[SAD]
Execution style (*##$, SAD's in this (*##$
With Beyond E-N-T and we love to load clips

It's that Southside rider, baller, gangster, player, mack
$#&@ it, pass me the strap
So what's real, we do this strictly for the skrill

Eyes on dollar bills and we all flash for deals
Ain't no pity, Nitty, Young Sicc and S-A-D
Sureno all day, you can't $#&@ with a G

Ain't no big mystery, mother$#&@er enemies
Break you down to your knees, when I dump feel the breeze
So please, nobody move I'm on a come up

Speaking up hoes when these putos get done up
So run up or shut up, if not twist the bud up
And smoke up them lungs till you feel like you rung (*##$

I ain't the one (*##$, I ain't the one trick
I'll slap a (*##$ and do a hoe just for fun trick


[Chorus x2: Young Sicc]
Front, back, side to side
Hit em with some gangsta

South to East to Westside
Hit em with some gangsta
Knowing that we're the best right

Hit em with some gangsta
Hit em with some what what
Hit em with some gangsta

[Young Sicc]
Ah damn, who could it be
The S-I-double C with the jersey reading SD

Bumping them JL Patios
Four deep hitting switches in your patios
Hitting corners on Daytonas, I'm three wheeling

Ain't too many wanna bang with these villans
Don't fight the feeling cuz the feeling is real


Riders in the Coupe Deville dog and looking to kill
Little homies hitting fools up, getting bruised up
You get used up and abused up

Your crews up, hit em with some gangsta
Your crews up, spitting at my gangstas
From shoes up is you a gangsta gangsta or a pranksta pranksta

Nickname Nitty, Franksta
Cuz I'm that one Mexican known to be hated
But still can't be faded


[Chorus x2]


[SAD]
So let us ball through the halls, (*##$es all pause
Back to back flows and I still bring it raw

I need my feria, ain't no alarming me
(*##$es screaming out my name but they ain't charming me
From state to state, Killer Kali my state

Holding down like the pound till I'm straight, ain't no wait
Ain't no stop, make that low hop, smoke that doja
I keep it gangsta, so you'll never see me rolled up


[Young Sicc]
See, this is for my hoes, this is for my hoes

Fingers in the air screaming "$#&@ the po-po's"
You know, ain't no mistaking we're the best on the list
Competition deleted, nobody's getting with this

Dismiss them like class after I'm whooping that $$#
Nobody's getting a pass without their head getting bashed, fool
G's up hoes down when we step in your town

Get ready for the showdown

[Chorus x2]