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