Bonus Track 1
Surside Exclusive Hit
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Yeah, it's Mr. Criminal homie
The one and only lyrical assassin
For that Sur Side I'm blastin'
What I want you to do is throw your muthafuckin' hoods up
Put your muthafuckin' varrios up ese, represent
It's South Side when I represent, busting with no hesitance
G'd up in blue masks, running up in your residence
Chasing dead presidents, put that trece on the map
Automatic gauge strapped, ready to put you on your back
Cocked, lock and loaded, homie I'm ready to kill
The only way the vato sees us, busting blood when it's spilt
Haha, yeah, that's what I'm ready to do
And somebody somewhere best beware of the blue
I represent Southern Califas, ese, home of the true
Gang banging pandilleros con mi paรฑo azul
It's South Side leva, I represent when I bust
Sur Side en el otro lado, busters get rushed, trust
Homie trust when these vatos get smoked
In the state of California, gang banging's no joke
You wreck theres no option, when this shit gets to poppin'
Pistols get to flossin', muthafuckers laying in coffins
It's capital S-U-R, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
T-R-E-C-E, put it on the map
Real Sureรฑos, where you at?
If you feel me, grab your strap
Put trece balas in the air for Southern Cali
It's capital S-U-R, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
T-R-E-C-E, put it on the map
Real Sureรฑos, where you at?
If you feel me, grab your strap
And put trece balas in the air for Southern Cali
All my real gangstas feel this, only bang with the realest
West Coast South Side, ese militant guerrillas
Taking over your town, making them fools bow down
Witness thirteen Sureรฑos, bust unloading them rounds
At your crown, now you're hitting the ground
Thought you were hard with your homies, now theres no one around
Now you're found, in a fucked up position
Smith and Wesson leave ya deceased and paralyze your vision
Now you're missing, 'cause the side you was dissing
Runs this shit in the rap, the fucking calles and the prison
Fall a victim, to bullet wounds or a stick up
I train my pit to when he sees red, to fucking sick 'em
That's right ese, Sur Side, represent ese
It's capital S-U-R, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
T-R-E-C-E, put it on the map
Real Sureรฑos, where you at?
If you feel me, grab your strap
Put trece balas in the air for Southern Cali
It's capital S-U-R, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
T-R-E-C-E, put it on the map
Real Sureรฑos, where you at?
If you feel me, grab your strap
And put trece balas in the air for Southern Cali
On the brain is Sureรฑo, puffing up on a leรฑo
Squeezing up on a trigger, holding it tight don't wanna let go
Ready to fucking kill at will, if you wishing
Darkrooms get lit the fuck up, all sick, you busters get no love
Even if they roll through Southern Cali, you gonna feel these slugs
And murder puts my fucking [?], now I'm feeling buzzed
That's right ese, that's how we do these muthafuckers
It's capital S-U-R, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
T-R-E-C-E, put it on the map
Real Sureรฑos, where you at?
If you feel me, grab your strap
Put trece balas in the air for Southern Cali
It's capital S-U-R, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
T-R-E-C-E, put it on the map
Real Sureรฑos, where you at?
If you feel me, grab your strap
And put trece balas in the air for Southern Cali