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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...