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*** Chorus 1 and 2 same time ***

[Chours 1:
Steady like full sureno thug
Grey and

[Chorus 2: and Maniac]
Califa

Thugged out bald
We the baddest
And we stay
Ain't never ever gonna take my name
if you do then you die, that's the way
Enemies never last put your glocks away
I'm the baddest mothafucka around the way
I get a little dizzy I smoke a J
Fuck a bitch and a hoe every day
The thug, Califa Thug
is smokin the bud
I put the to the eye
Just to show is no love
And to any mothafucka to take me out
money everyday day
That's what I'm all
on a mission
Amunition no
a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme
Mothafucka talk shit every time
Pull to the on the gangsta rhymes
Time for me to go do a homicide
are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is be hypnotized
Silencer is the one that
When you see come around you step a side

Fuckin every day I'm at the studio
I my dagger
Somebody's becomin a
I got the to travel
Nobody's ready to
Silencer at you
gonna snatch you
And pass the let me take another hit
Cause here I come to

Flippin a mothafucka puttin down
Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a
If only mothafuckas see me now
Laced up in the cut with thugs loud [Califa Thugs]
I see other fools mean
That kinda don't make me none
OG from the South of
Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs Thugs]
You to rumble with us
Life nothin but a jungle to us
Survival in the is a strugle to us
the bud
That's on the real don't be fuckin with us [Califa
Alot of say my beats are too slow
Smoke too much indo, like a negro
Spit the shit the best west
See fit eat all don't know shit
me as I make a beat
Best cause I'm off the heat
Espescialy with like these
Nobody's comin with this much
Southside for who don't know
Bay Palm Avenue for sure
SD for my G's on the streets
Sureno Thug on the beat
Like don't you kinda sound good
Makes you wanna bounce homie that
Don't go ahead speak on it
Bumpin cut that's me on it

[Mr.
Poppin timmy
Trip this puto
We out through the door
Pop Pop to the
Watch all of putos drop to the floor
We to the club lookin for some bloods
Cause we smokin the bud the law
never trip when I rack up the clip
Cause I'm spittin my lyrics and raw
Livin in the of a sin
Mothafucka grin
When I'm comin the mack 10
Praw til your body drop
Holes on both sides on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when little rappin
Seein how I've sin of locked me in the pen
Or imagine I'm dead cause I one in the head
the infered to my forhead now we flead
Bodies now lifeless never like this
backs of my life
Showin how I acted

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