Lyrics Sureno Thugs [ Feat. Silencer, OFI & Mr. Sancho ] - Royal T, Silencer, OFI

Sureno Thugs [ Feat. Silencer, OFI & Mr. Sancho ]

Mr. Sancho
True Player
Sureno Thugs
Steady stepping like a fool sureno thug
Grey and blue
Thugged out bald heads
We the baddest muthafuckas
And we stay ahead
Ain’t nobody never ever gonna take my name
Cause if you do then you die, that’s the way
Enemies will never last put your glocks away
I’m the baddest muthafucka from around the way
I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J
Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day
The magical thug, Califa Thug
Silencer is smoking the bud
I put the nine to the eye
Just to show there is no love
And to any muthafucka trying to take me out
Making money every day
That’s what I’m all about
Silencer on a mission
Ammunition no competition
Drop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme
Muthafucka talking shit like every time
Pull up to the side on the gangsta rhymes
Time for me to go to a little homicide
Enemies are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is gonna be hypnotized
Silencer is the one that terrorized
When you see come around you better step a side
S — A — N — D — I — E — G — O
Fucking bitches every day I’m at the studio
I carry my dagger
Somebody’s becoming a cadaver
I got the money to travel
Nobody’s ready to battle
Silencer coming at you
Silencer’s gonna snatch you
And pass the marijuana let me take another hit
Cause here I come to blast you
Flipping like a muthafucka putting down
Blazing like a muthafucka smoking a pound
If only mothafuckas could see me now
Laced up in the cut with thugs bumping loud I see other fools mean mug That
kinda shit don’t make me none
OG from the hood South of
Southern Bay clique for the playas and thugs You want to rumble with us
Life ain’t nothing but a jungle to us
Survival in the streets is a struggle to us
Pass the bud
That’s on the real don’t be fucking with us
Alot of mothafucka say my beats are too slow
Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro
I’m a Spit the shit the best west
See fit eat dick all don’t know shit
Watching me as I make a beat
Best leave cause I’m off the heat
Especially with scripts like these
Nobody’s coming with this much heat
Southside for those who don’t know
South Bay Palm Avenue for sure
SD 1 — 3's for my G’s on the streets
Sureno Thug flipping on the beat
Like that don’t you kinda sound good
Making you wanna bounce homie that would
Don’t hate go ahead speak on it
Bumping that cut that’s me on it
Popping that Timmy
Trip with this puto
We heading out through the door
Pop Pop to the glock
and Watch all of them putos drop to the floor
We heading to the club looking for some love
Cause we smoking the bud above the law
Muthafucka never trip when I rack up the clip
Cause I’m spitting my lyrics rough and raw
Living in the middle of a sin
Muthafucka never grin
When I’m coming with the Mack 10
Praw Praw til your body drop
Holes on both sides busting on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when you’re little rapping
Seeing how I’ve sin could of locked me in the pen
Or imagine I’m dead cause I took one in the head
With the inferred to my forehead now we fled
Body now lifeless never felt like this
Flash backs of my life
Showing how I acted childish