Ese 40'z Ft. Diablo & Kasper Sur - Wanna Go To Guerra

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Artist: Ese 40'z Ft. Diablo & Kasper Sur

Song: Wanna Go To Guerra

Album: Life Of Madness

Year: 2011

-Lyrics-

"Wanna Go To Guerra"

-Diablo From P.P.L. 13 (Pocos Peros Locos) Colorado Springs, Colorado-

-Lyrics recorded out of Florence, CO Federal Prison-

(Diablo's Verse)

I said you wanna go to guerra what's up ese?

aqui para Dukes big trece

enemigas die when I let off a clip

drop one out pop another in quick

simon that's how it goes when we're at war

bald heads blue flag leave you busters tore

brains leaking out it's that Sureño life

bitch as coppas can't fuck with mine

Southern Warrior and ready to kill

like my jente in the days of the battle field

weak ass levas wanna bow down

but fuck that ese smash em all out now

simon a crazy vida is what I live

run across an enemiga and he gets split

2PL clicka puts it down till death

in the city of "The Springs" busters get no rest

two steppin representing ain't showing no pity

gang banging to the fullest keep my fusca with me

P-P-L-V until I hit the grave

and ain't no bitch ass Nor-tontos that will be safe

Simon....

(Diablo's Verse Outro)

"Simon it's that vato Diablo straight soul snatching body baggin.

stay blue flaggin, fuckin chapetes ain't ready for guerra

on the serrio side ese, repping that Pocos Pero Locos Rifa

big P.P.L. Gang southern Colorado soldado

straight steady steppin, this that Sur Side Vida, fuck the rest...

and all you fuckin so called riders out there, give it up ese

cuz these Sureños play for keeps

Simon, straight buster killer..."

-Kasper Sur from V.T.L. (Varrio Trece Lokos) out of Artesia, New Mexico.-

-Lyrics recorded out of Florence, Colorado Federal Prison.-

(Kasper's Verse Intro)

"That's right, fuck all estrellas it's that sick Ese Kasper right here

from that 5-7-5 area

fuck you lame ass H.I.V.'ers and your bitch made snorte buster fever ways

it's all about that big bad ass Sur Side "Varrio Trece Lokos Gang"

Tiny Town Click straight representing on you dead red flaming faggots."

(Kasper's Verse)

Wanna go to guerra, well let's get this shit crackin

blue raggin toe taggin busters ain't even laughing

pull the forty four magnum from my waist and I blast it

busters ain't shit but some lame ass punks

we're steady reppin on these levas and we're leavin em slumped

banging gang banging to the fullest show no signs of defeat

going hard up in the system even out on the street

cuz it's all about the mighty south calling the shots

making busters hit the floor when we run up the spot

this shit never stops, and why would it quit

Sureños on the rise steady fucking up shit

busters get a get clipped cuz we attack on sight

1-8-7 on a buster it's that "South Side Life"

live it to the fullest-fullest ride against that grain

smashing H.I.V.'ers-V'ers cuz we locc to the brain

Pecos Valle T-townero always kicking much dust

blue paño on my cara in the Sur I trust

it's that sick one Ese Kasper steady spitting that heat

straight cappin on estrellas to this gangster ass beat

and it's puro red killa ese fuck that one nada

all levas rest in shit when I bust on them balas

tossin up that E.N.K. till the day of my death

it's that "Varrio Trece Lokos Gang" Sur One Tres...

(Ese 40'z Verse)

If you wanna go to war then mothafucka let's bang

these little levas tagging walls up without putting their name

I'm sending big disrespects to all my enemigas

Varrio South Side Uno Tres with that Sureño Rifa

straight droppin verses with a grin my homies reppin their lado

up in Florence doing time that's Federal Colorado

T-town 5-Oh-5 I put Artesia on the map

cuz everyday it's ride or day up in the barrio staying strapped

so fuck a tag bang, you don't wanna see the mag flame

and burn a bloody hole up in your face and let the rag hang

that's on the hood to all you fools who talking shit on the hush

you fuck around and catch the blues taking flight on the rush

cuz ain't no future in my front unfolding gang related felonies

a foe-dee ounce and blunt and fucking hoes is what I'm telling these

lokos on the calle what I want till I hit that grave site

Ese 40'z double "S" in my everyday life

for all my riders in my town there ain't no rise on us now

we roll with true ghetto lifers rollin dice in the south

so fuck a rival who's against me only claiming on plastic

Ese 40'z one of many roll with truth to the casket...