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*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same ***

(CHORUS 1 OFI)
Steady steppin like sureno thug
and blue

(CHORUS and Silencer)
Califa

(Silencer)
Thugged out heads
We the baddest
And we stay
Aint nobody ever gonna take my name
if you do then you die, thats the way
Enemies will never last put your glocks
Im the muthafucka from around the way
I get a dizzy when I smoke a J
Fuck a bitch and a hoe like day
The magical thug, Califa
is smokin the bud
I put the to the eye
Just to show there is no
And to any tryin to take me out
Makin money day
what Im all about
Silencer on a
Ammunition no
Drop a verse to the with the gangsta rhymes
Muthafuckas shit like every time
Pull up to the side on the rhymes
Time for me to go do a little
are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is gonna be
Silencer is the one that
When you see come around you better a side

Fuckin bitches day at the studio
I my dagger
Somebodys becomin
I got the to travel
Nobodys ready to
Silencer at you
Silencer is gonna you and
pass the marijuana let me take hit
Cause here I come to you

(OFI)
Flippin like a mothafucka it down
Blazin like a smokin a pound
If only could see me now
Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin
I see other fools we
That kinda shit make me numb
OG the hood South of
Southern Bay click full of playas and
You want to with us
Life aint but a jungle to us
on the streets is a struggle to us
the bud
Thats real dont be fuckin with us
Alot of say my beats are too slow
Smoke too much indo, like a negro
Imma Spit the the best west
See fit eat dick dont know shit
Watchin me as I a beat (uhhh)
Best leave Im off the heat
specially with like these
Nobodys comin this much heat
Southside for those who dont
Bay Palm Avenue fa sho
SD 1-3 for my Gs on the
Sureno Thug flippin on the beat
Like that dont you sound good
Makes you burst homie that would
Dont hate go ahead on it
Bumpin that cut me on it

(Mr. Sancho)
that timmy
Trip this puto
it headin out through the do'
Pop Pop to the go ahead
Watch all of putos drop to the flo'
We to the club lookin for some love
Cause we smokin the bud the law
Mothafucka trip when I rack up the clip
Cause Im spittin my lyrics and raw
in the middle of a sin
Mothafucka never
Im comin with the Mack 10
Pop Pop til your drop
homies will never stop on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when youre little
Seein how Ive sin could of me in the pen
Or imagine Im cause I took one in the head
the infrared to my forhead now we flead
Body now lifeless never felt like
Flash backs of my
Showin how I childish

(CHORUS 1 AND 2)