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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sureno Thugs [ Feat. Silencer, OFI & Mr. Sancho ], artist - Royal TDate of issue: 26.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |