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S.U.R.

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Gangsta Rap

S.U.R. was released on January 1, 2004 by G.N.P. Records as a part of the album Revelation

Song Details

AlbumRevelation

Release DateJanuary 1, 2004

LabelG.N.P. Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Duende

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Duende

Songwriter

Solis

Songwriter

Rodriguez

Songwriter

Lyrics

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

Soldados, we pull more tricks than magos

Sureños controlamos just like caracagapalos

Malos with the cuernos, send them to the mundo eterno

Makin' prisioneros, los mandamos al infierno

Just like Pancho Villa sippin' on tequila, strapped

Then I take your vida with a slug up in your back

Pack an AK mini-macs and cap whatever's walkin'

Watch that shit you talkin' or you just might end up layin' in a coffin

Stalkin' these chavalas, you can't stop what you can't see

And you can't see the D-U-E-N-D-E which is me

So be just what the fuck your little clika wants to be

But no matter what you be, you still can't fade the Big 13

I represent the sickest calles, straight up to desmadre

Que chinguen a su madre 'cause my clika puts in jale

El que se pare tira sangre a lo pendejo

Dos o tres cuetazos en el pecho, así los dejo

I be the baddest, I'm about to prove this shit

I grab the fullest clip that I can find and do this shit

I thought you knew this shit, I put some lead in these impostors

Knock 'em out like boxers, we motherfuckin' mobsters

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

Controlamos, secuestramos, representamos

Güey que se apendeje, hasta la vieja le quitamos

Me da risa ver a tanto güey sangrando

Sigo balaceando hasta que los miro gateando

Soy el que sigue caminando por tu cuadra

Chavala que me tenga coraje que se abra

Que den la cara para ver si no hago nada

Los dejo sin sangre como el pinche Chupacabra

Hay suficiente balazos pa'l que me enfrente

187, Morirán con todo y gente

Pa' empezar, el SUR nunca se ha sabido rajar

Decididos a matar, balacear y fileriar

Impuestos a ganar, la escopeta nunca falla

Les ha llega'o la bala, será peor de la batalla

Con una bala I can take the next chavala

What can stop the big South Side? I'm thinkin' nada

Criminals that's puttin' any fools up on their backs

I got your homies at the mortuary dressed in black

Maniacs strapped with the blue rag in the sky

Southern United Raza, where you either ride or die

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

I stand alone with a chingazo to your dome

I'm known to break their bones and like a bitch I make 'em moan

Pelón encabronado de soldado cagapalo

I make 'em swallow hollow tips and then my troops will follow

My fuckin' blue rag, got them estrellas in a body bag

Tied 'em to the bumper, let that motherfucker drag

I wave around my flag, got them busters lookin' mad

We're the baddest enemigos and the worst 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 you would wanna fuck with us

Armed and dangerous, I'm fuckin' nuts, ready to bust

I told you to beware when guerra was declared

And now you lookin' scared, paranoid and lookin' everywhere

I put 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 tried to wave that red rag around and got rejected

Caught the unexpected, now he's resurrected

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

This is for 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, where you either ride or die

Written by: Duende, Rodriguez, Solis

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