[Intro: Dialogue]
Hey ese, at least some groups of little mocosos
We were born to represent the Raza
Hey man I didn't get asked to, I was jumped into this motherf*cker
To all the lifers doing time, keep your head up loco
[Verse 1]
The thirteenth razón to be a Sureño is
Hold your ground and put it down en las calles where you live
Let's give thought to the twelfth, in your mind picture wealth
Getting your slang on strong for your family and your health
We break dough how we roll up in this hustle game
Just for razónes, I won't explain
Razón numero once, es algo que conoces
Y unión entre pandillas living Sureño Vida
Some locos are with it, others choose to go broke
Respeto for f*ckers that call the gun smoke
Hell yeah, you know the deal ese always keep it real
Razón numero diez, pack your f*cking steel
Cause they will catch you slipping, they will pop their clip in
And these thirteen razónes are why these locos tripping
Some stick you in their chest and go out the back door
Wicked from Brownside here to make you fiend more
[Hook]
Some don't want to hear it, but f*ck it yo te enseño
Trece razónes to be a Sureño
This is the way it should be done ese, remember where you're from
Trece razónes to be a Sureño
One thing we know is we have calle control
Trece razónes to be a Sureño
Our lives and quettes cursed, the Brownside brought it first
Trece razónes to be a Sureño
[Verse 2: Wicked]
I break it down to number nine, this is one you keep on mind
Put in work to pay your dues, remember always roll with trues
Numero ocho should be something that we prove
Like moving the celdas as Sureños proudly move
Breaking fools left and right, when I explain it comes tight
Living life as pandilleros, catch you slipping do you right
Some get to see the inside, others don't participate
Razón numero siete is to get out all the hate
That we create while growing up, end up not giving a f*ck
Temper's a hair-trigger, that's why vatos learn to buck
And duck to leave the scene, number six is for the fiend
Addicted like a clucker to this gangster dream
You see, what we do is jump in to the neck
And I'm bringing it real, so what you see is what you get
Number five never hide, you take it with you when you ride
In Spanish, it's orgullo; in English they call it pride
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'mma drop this last verse, don't forget that I'm the first
To bring the curse of pistolas and that Super Sport hurst
There's a couple more razónes, but before I get to that
Know that all of us Sureños never hesitate to snap
Just like that, now you know, here comes number four
It's survive in these streets cause they stalk you hardcore
So watch them close, eventually they'll creep
And if I'm not mistaken, we're on reason number three
Now you know all the rules but this one makes you choose
It's a seed that gets planted and grows while you pay dues
Now who's down with their pride?
Number two can't be denied
So I'ma let you putos know, it's still the Brownside
Porque we don't hide nada like the rest of them chavalas
What we can't handle with words, loco we handle with balas
The primero razón is to have corazón
And if your hoods respect it, ahi te haces cabrón
[Hook]
Trece razónes
To all you gangsters from the 213