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(feat. Big Capone, Royal T) [Mr. Sancho] Let you motherfuckers see that I'm blued up Go ahead and throw your hood up Never hesitate to go ahead and shoot up Fake motherfuckers like yourselfs Always yappin' about me instead of doing what you should've Homie you could've avoided all this drama It's funny when your face looks down, you call your mama How hard is that? .45 at your back ready to blast to return all this karma And now you see the inner bitch come out That's what you get when Sancho pulls out The motherfuckin' pistol aimin' at your fuckin' temple Shooting balas like my lyrics through this fuckin' instrumental You can't out hustle me And you know damn well you can't out muscle me Cause I be that pandillero from the LPG And you know we got the heat to run the streets Boom you lose [Chorus: Royal T] We from the Southside Home of Southern Cali Killers with automatics Step up if you wanna have it Southside Letras de cancionesHome of Southern Cali Killers with automatics Step up if you wanna have it [Big Capone] If everything around you should make you paranoid Here's a hint, money your boys is my boys Blood in, blood out so you can't sell out Southside 6-1-9 can't fall out Never to tight so I let the lead breathe LPG, Royal T to hang with real gee's Who know about the money know about respect Who can balance the family but still keep the rep I'm hungry motherfuckers so I'm taking yours Hop in your Chevy 4-door taking yours With your hyna in the back ticklin' your bitch I'm the man that you don't really wanna fuck with Big Capone ain't shit! Yeah, go ahead think it I'm a Thug so you fucking ain't thinking You be sinking deeper than you thought Real Gee's can't get bought, why you got flaws [Chorus] [Mr. Sancho] I'll catch you by surprise Make tears come out your eyes Send chills up and down your spine We won't stop until you die 6 ft. deep underneath sea level Execute my foes and introduce them to the devil Straight gangsta, I'm either chillin' or dealin' A buncha ? post up the on block made a finger, point to the ceilin' I'ma gangsta, I'm never runnin', straight gunnin' You may not know where you can find me But I'll find you when I tell you somethin' I be the baddest shootin' lyrics like an automatic I got the heat that LPG displays and it's tragic Hey, ain't nobody eva hold us down This is dedicated to the haters in your town So you better watch your back Cause we gonna find you [Chorus] From Letras Mania