[Silencer]
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Silencer comin at you
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Comin to snatch you mira
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My enemies are gonna die
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Como un victima de elsida, killa
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I stand alone nobody's able to battle
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The Silencer with amuniton
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Strappin 7 hollows
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Southern Cali be the state
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No mistake fuck a fake
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And I be the one creepin around
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Deigo every day
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Makin money every day
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You better be stayin up out of my way
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So keep away
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Silencer is here to stay
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Comin and gunnin you runnin
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I got amunition with no competition
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I got my ambitions I go on a mission
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I write the versus on the paper
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Never ever trust a fake and that's on the real ese
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Enemies are gonna die for talkin shit ese
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Baggy pants creased up
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And I kick it with my thugs
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If you ain't one of us
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Then to you there is no love
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Makin the rap
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Strappin the gat
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Silencer is creepin up out of the sight
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With a homicide like that
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Ready to take you off the map
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[Chorus: Low Profile Artist]
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Califa Thugs....
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Up in the house ese
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Califa Thugs....
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Will take your money
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And your spouse ese
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Califa Thugs....
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Are gettin drunk
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And smokin an ounce ese
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Califa Thugs Thugs
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Califa Thugs Thugs
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[2x]
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[Youngster]
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We're the united don't you fight us
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Murder more murder, slippin and rippin
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Down for the cryptin
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Down for the pimpin the bitches
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Hoes love it you know bout to be finished
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Now I win it be the ways
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Droppin the shit with bunch of Dons
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I got you to that shit that be spittin
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Mothafuckas now it's on
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Smokin the shit out of the bong bong
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Gettin high like Cheech and Chong
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It's that vato Lil Youngster
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So now I'm gone gone
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[Grouch]
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Gotta be down with the bang man
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Mothafuckas just can't hang man
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While mumblin the same thing
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And wonderin if I gang bang
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Well homie press your luck
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And their gonna see the bullets rang
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And the pepas on the chain gang
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And the pepas want to know my real name
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But to me it's all the same
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When I'm puffin on Ms. Mary Jane
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Cause she's helpin me to main tain main tain
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[Silencer]
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I'm comin you runnin
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And you hoping
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You wanna know some thing
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I'm comin in the middle of the city
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Be sellin you bitches be dumb
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Ain't nobody ready to battle The Silencer
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Continue to go on a mission
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And kill me the sons of the bitches
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Burn up their bodies to turn them to ashes
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Ashes
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Sancho]
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I'm out of sight
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Despite the color of the night
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I'm creepin up on you in alley
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With no witnesses in sight, right
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Givin me a difficult way of life
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Needin a cuete to stay alive
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Callin me 24 7
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Not Low Pro fans
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What are they sellin
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Jealousy mixed with Heniseey
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That's what haters be
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Walkin up to me
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Tellin me they love my CD
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Gracias por to opinion
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supe mi motivasion
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escribo otra cancion
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por que encontre mi pasion
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Hypocrite trying to imidate
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But he can not duplicate
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So we had to hate
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And now we debated
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Trucha
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Cause this shit got personal
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Not nessecry to involve my family
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I'm so violent and so versatile
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Ready for combat
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When ever you're ready
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Don't get the baja
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I'll still slice you like confetti
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There's no way to avoid
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It's better without being unemployed
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Pero yo leta is some thing que no soy
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[Chorus]
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In The House
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Califa Thugs |