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

Mr. Sancho

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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