S.U.R.

This is to any true sureño down to ride Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die Soldados we pull more tricks than magos Sureños conrolamos, twist the caras of caga palos Malos with the cuernos send them through the mundo eterno Make them prisioneros, los mandamos al enfierno Just like pancho villa, sippin on tequila, strapped When i take your vida with a slug up in your back Packing AK's, mini-macs, and cap whatever's walking Watch that shit you talkin or you'll just might end up laying in a coffin Stalking these chavalas, you can't stop what you can't see And you can't see that D-U-E-N-D-E which is me So be just what the fuck your clicka wants to be But no matter what you be, you still can't fade the big ONE-THREE I represent the sickest calles, straight up un desmadre Que chingen a su madre cause my clicka puts in jale El que se pare, tira sangre a lo pendejo Dos o tres cuentasos en el pecho, asi los dejo I be the baddest, i'm about to prove this shit I'll grab the fullest clip that i can find to do this shit I thought you knew this shit, i put some lead in these imposters Knock them out like boxers, we're motherfuckin mobsters This is to any true sureño down to ride Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die Controlamos, sequestramos, representamos Wey que se apendeje asta la vieja le quitamos Me da risa ver a tanto wey sangrando Siguo balaciando hasta que los miro gatillando Soy el que sige caminando por tu quadra Chavala que me tenga corage, que se abra Quiren la cara, para ver si no hago nada Los dego sin sangre, como el pinche chupa cabra Ay sufisiente balasos para el que me enfrente Uno ocho siete, muriran con todo y jente Para empesar, el SUR nunca se a sabido ragar Decedidos a matar, balaciar y a fileriar Empuestos a ganar, la escupeta nunca falla Les a llegar la bala, sera por de la batalla Con una bala, i can take the next chavala What can stop the beats outside, i'm thinkin nada Criminals, that's puttin any fools up on their backs I got your homies at the mortuaries dressed in black Maniacs, strapped with the blue rag in the sky Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die This is to any true sureño down to ride Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die I slang alone with the chingaso to your dome I'm known to break their bones And like a bitch i make them moan Pelon encabronado de soldado caga palo I make them swallow hallow tips and than my troops will fallow My fuckin blue rag, a que me estrellas in a bodybag Tie him to the bumper and let that motherfucker drag I wave around my flag, got them busters lookin mad We're the baddest enemigos and the worse you'll ever have I grab my .44 mag and point it to the sky This is for any true sureño down to fuckin ride I can't make up my mind why would you wanna fuck with us Armed and dangerous i'm fuckin nuts ready to bust I told you to be ware when guerra was declared And now you lookin scared, paranoid and looking everywhere I pull my .357 to your frente That evil fuckin Duende got your jefa con pendiente Siempre got your jefa, asking where her mijo be She should've told her mijo not to come and fuck with me He try to wave that red rag around me, got rejected Caught the unexpected, now he's resurrected This is to any true sureño down to ride Hold up that blue rag for all the soldados that died Pick up that .45 and point it straight up in the sky Southern United Raza whether you either ride or die