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letra de s.u.r. t.r.e.c.e. (bonus track 1) - mr. criminal

[intro]
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 m-th-f-ckin’ hoods up
put your m-th-f-ckin’ varrios up ese, represent

[verse 1]
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
c-cked, lock and loaded, homie i’m ready to k!ll
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 paño 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 sh-t gets to poppin’
pistols get to flossin’, m-th-f-ckers laying in coffins

[chorus]
it’s capital s-u-r, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
t-r-e-c-e, put it on the map
real sureños, 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 sureños, where you at?
if you feel me, grab your strap
and put trece balas in the air for southern cali
[verse 2]
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 sureños, 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 f-cked up position
smith and wesson leave ya deceased and paralyze your vision
now you’re missing, ’cause the side you was dissing
runs this sh-t in the rap, the f-cking calles and the prison
fall a victim, to bullet wounds or a stick up
i train my pit to when he sees red, to f-cking sick ’em

[interlude]
that’s right ese, sur side, represent ese

[chorus]
it’s capital s-u-r, yeah my real gangstas feeling that
t-r-e-c-e, put it on the map
real sureños, 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 sureños, where you at?
if you feel me, grab your strap
and put trece balas in the air for southern cali
[verse 3]
on the brain is sureño, puffing up on a leño
squeezing up on a trigger, holding it tight don’t wanna let go
ready to f-cking k!ll at will, if you wishing
darkrooms get lit the f-ck up, all sick, you busters get no love
even if they roll through southern cali, you gonna feel these slugs
and murder puts my f-cking [?], now i’m feeling buzzed

[interlude]
that’s right ese, that’s how we do these m-th-f-ckers

- mr criminal

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