LETRA | LYRIC

Yeah…
Ballas in the building…
Purple souls in a city of smoke.
Welcome to The Grim... where legends choke.

Grew up in a zone where the sirens scream,
Mama prayin’ hard, but I’m servin’ fiends.
Ghetto dreams laced with purple haze,
Police lurkin’ while we count them plays.
Enemies talk but they walk too slow,
Catch 'em at the light — let the .9 blow.
From Grove to Davis, we takin' respect,
And if they wear green, they earnin' regret.

This life don't wait, no peace, no rest,
Heart on my sleeve, Glock on my vest.
We bleed that purple, survive the night,
Only the real ones know this fight.

This the Purple Code, born in the flame,
Money, weed, power — that’s the game.
We don’t fold, we ride through the sin,
Under city lights in the shadow of The Grim.

(Ayo, they ain’t ready...)
Let that bass hit, roll that blunt slow,
East side heat — let the world know.

Lowriders bounce, purple flags wave,
Police chase, but we too brave.
No peace treaties, just street laws,
Respect ain’t given — it’s earned with scars.
Life ain’t fair, we built our path,
Off pain, off rage, off ghetto wrath.
We the lost sons, product of war,
With purple smoke rising out the trap door.

Saints don’t walk where the demons run,
And we been cursed since day one.
Still, we hustle, we climb, we sin,
With the city on fire and the devil grinnin’.

This the [Purple Code], born in the flame,
Money, weed, power — that’s the game.
We don’t fold, we ride through the sin,
Under city lights in the shadow of The Grim.

Ain’t no savior in the ghetto sky,
Only smoke trails where the angels die.
We write our fate with a blunt and steel,
In a world so cold it forgot how to feel.

So if I fall, bury me in purple,
Next to the OGs, keep it universal.
Ballin’ till I break, till the city dims,
And my name fades out with the sound of The Grim...

Purple Code

LETRA | LYRIC

(Ey... desde El Burro Heights…)
Donde nacen los guerreros,
Los que sangran azul…
Varrios Los Aztecas… The Grim nos mira.

Crecí entre balas, sirenas y fuego,
Con la cara tapada y el corazón ciego.
La ley no protege, la ley nos castiga,
Y la calle es mi madre, mi rifle, mi liga.
Con la espalda recta y la frente en alto,
Azteca por sangre, por muerte, por asfalto.
Respeto se gana, no se pide, carnal,
Aquí el más real es el más letal.

Las calles susurran nombres caídos,
Historias marcadas, sueños perdidos.
Pero no lloramos, mejor disparamos,
Y si caemos, juntos nos levantamos.

Somos almas del barrio, fuego en la piel,
Con tinta en el alma y guerra en papel.
De El Burro pa'l mundo, nunca tan clean,
Entre sombras del barrio... vive The Grim.

(Este barrio no perdona...)
Los rezos no salvan, las balas sí.
No hay paz pa’ nosotros — solo el beat y el ki.

La mota en la bolsa, el cuerno en el pecho,
Y un odio sembrado directo en el techo.
La placa nos caza, el sistema nos usa,
Pero el barrio responde con furia confusa.
Traficando sueños, cruzando fronteras,
Mientras otros se doblan, nosotros de veras.
Con orgullo azteca, tatuado en la piel,
Luchamos por tierra, por sangre, por él.

Aquí no hay descanso, sólo decisión,
O corres pa' siempre, o tomas posición.
Mírame a los ojos, dime qué ves:
Un alma herida... con sed de revés.

Somos almas del barrio, fuego en la piel,
Con tinta en el alma y guerra en papel.
De El Burro pa'l mundo, nunca tan clean,
Entre sombras del barrio... vive The Grim.

Las cicatrices son medallas del callejón,
Cada paso en falso se paga en canción.
Azteca no muere, solo se transforma,
Y en medio del caos... el alma se forma.

Así vivimos, así morimos,
Con el alma cargada y los ojos vacíos.
Varrios por siempre, bajo el mismo sol,
Donde The Grim sonríe... y el barrio es control.

TGRP - Almas Del Barrio

LETRA | LYRIC

Loa talkin'... shhh
Spirits risin’
Welcome to The Grim…
Yuh betta RELAX, m’boy...

Step in da dark, dat smoke get thick
Cross bone flag, we move real slick
Eyes all red, heart ice cold
Ain’t no love when the story unfold
Drum beat boom, that’s ancestral sound
My bloodline deep, six feet underground
Salt on floor, I draw my sigil
Touch my kin? We turnin’ lethal
Ay, I see demon in man face
No mask on, just war paint
They ask why we don’t smile much
Cuz life in The Grim don’t play no games

RELAX...
Loa in my soul, can't crash
I walk in fire, no ash
We built dis place from scratch
RELAX...
Eyes wide open, don’t flash
Spirit ridin’ in da back
When I pull up in The Grim — just RELAX

My OG pray with a chicken bone
He don’t text, he send smoke through phone
My lil' bro cast spell wit a blunt
You talk slick, we haunt where you hunt
Real ones know dat curse real deep
Ain’t no revive when da soul don’t sleep
Tattoos glow when da drumline start
Boom-boom-boom — that’s da beat of heart
I ain’t here for no TikTok flex
I’m here for respect, power, hex
We move quiet like mist in street
But if we war — it's 7-day heat

Ou pa wè sa kap vini
We don’t knock, nou soti nan limyè gri
From Gonaïves to da Southside strip
We put da fear in dem fake-blood lips

RELAX...
Loa in my soul, can't crash
I walk in fire, no ash
We built dis place from scratch
RELAX...
Eyes wide open, don’t flash
Spirit ridin’ in da back
When I pull up in The Grim — just RELAX

You hear dat?
Drum still knockin’
Soul still watchin’
This ain’t no gang…
Dis… is The Grim.

TGRP - Just Relax

LETRA | LYRIC

Ridin’ through the dark with a hiss in the wind
Steel in our veins, and venom within
Brotherhood bound by the serpent’s creed
Vipers MC, born to bleed!
sss-asharrrr-hassshhh-sss-karra!

Chrome fangs bite deep in the blacktop skin
Motor roars loud like the war within
We don’t stop, don’t beg, don’t crawl
We strike first — watch the empires fall
Leather patch, blood oath, no turnin’ back
Tattooed venom on a steelback track
Clutch in my hand, fury in my throat
This ain’t just a ride, this a rebel’s oath

Rattle in the dark, it’s the call of the dead
Burnin’ fuel, while the venom spreads
Eyes like slits, we hunt in packs
Strike with rage, no time to relax

Fangs up! We ride till the end
Steel and blood, never break, never bend
Sss-sss! Vipers hiss in the flame
Brotherhood burnin’ in The Grim’s name
Venom flows when the engines scream
Vipers MC — not a dream, it’s a regime
Zshak-thasssh-sss-kaaa-rrahhh!
Yeah! Fangs in the throat of the machine!

Cold wind blowin’ through my bones
But I hear the hiss in the engine's tone
We ain’t afraid of pain or scars
Every wound here tells who we are
Strike like a cobra, ride like hell
Rippin’ through cities like a cursed spell
Brothers in arms, knives in the dark
Our path is poison, our bite leaves mark

Smoke trails curl like a serpent’s kiss
Every rival we crush, we never miss
The Grim roads paved with bones and fire
But we ride with rage, never tire
Sss-speak in tongues the weak can’t hear
Ancient vows that kill the fear
Forked tongue chants, leather and chrome
Our club’s the fang, this road's our home

Hasshh—zss’karrr—shraakasss
Blood on the tank, thunder in the sky
No rules left, just live or die
Burnin’ rubber ‘til the world goes black
But we never turn, never look back

Fangs up! We ride till the end
Steel and blood, never break, never bend
Sss-sss! Vipers hiss in the flame
Brotherhood burnin’ in The Grim’s name
Venom flows when the engines scream
Vipers MC — not a dream, it’s a regime
Shasshh-tarrahhh-ss-kaaa!
Feel the poison rule this scene!

When the sun dies down and the road turns red
Know we passed, with fangs and lead
We ain’t gone, we just waitin’ low
In the hiss of wind, you’ll hear us go
ssss…Vipers…sss-live…foreverrrr…

TGRP - Fang of Steel

LETRA | LYRIC

Engine screams like a soul in pain
Brotherhood ridin’ through fire and rain
Skulls on our vests, wings on our breath
We the chosen ones… Angels of Death

Chains drag thunder down the highway black
A hundred scars carved on our back
We don’t pray, we don’t ask why
We just ride hard until we die
From the desert winds to the liquor flood
Yellow Jack pours pain instead of blood
Old Junk sleeps with rust and fire
That’s where we build our funeral pyre

No mercy for the ones who cross
We the kings of gain, the gods of loss
This ain’t a game, this a deathborn creed
Fuel the hate, let the throttle bleed

Ride with the Reaper, burnin’ the air
Angels of Death, we ain't playin’ fair
Leather and steel, blood on the wind
Brotherhood deep, branded in sin
Halo of fire, wings of chrome
We the storm that never goes home
Ride with the Reaper, don’t look back
Angels of Death, we paint the black

Hear the echo of the chain
Tales of wrath, roads of pain
We bury names with our wheels
This ain’t fiction, this shit’s real
Yellow Jack’s the altar, we raise our glass
To fallen brothers and the burning past
Old Junk whispers where bones decay
A scrapyard grave for those who stray

From San An’ streets to county lanes
We ride through loss, we feed on flames
Our enemies hide when they see that patch
Cuz vengeance rides in every batch
In The Grim, we kings without a throne
Where ghosts and steel call this home
Patch on our chest, pact with fate
No fake love, no hidden hate

Ride through the storm, hear the choir scream
Sons of ruin, born from the dream
Graves behind us, hell ahead
Still we laugh — we ride undead

Ride with the Reaper, burnin’ the air
Angels of Death, we ain't playin’ fair
Leather and steel, blood on the wind
Brotherhood deep, branded in sin
Halo of fire, wings of chrome
We the storm that never goes home
Ride with the Reaper, don’t look back
Angels of Death, we paint the black

So light the fires, and raise the roar
Angels ain’t fallin’, we were born for war
No grave deep enough, no heaven wide
We don’t ascend… we fuckin’ ride
From Yellow Jack to the gates of hell
We ride with pride where the legends dwell
This is The Grim, where angels fall…
But Angels of Death ride through it all.

TGRP - Ride With The Reaper

LETRA | LYRIC

Yeah…
Grove Street made me, the struggle raised me
Ain’t no peace in these streets — only green, only grief
The Grim got eyes everywhere…

From Carson Ave. to the dead end blocks,
We runnin’ with that green, never fuck with the opps.
Old heads tellin’ stories of the OG days,
Now the young bucks wildin’ in a heatwave blaze.
We the last of the loyal, real brothers in arms,
While the world try to kill us with new-aged charms.
Mama prayin’ I survive, I keep that piece tucked,
While the hood raise soldiers, never gave a fuck.

And we don’t fold, nah, we just reload,
Keep the name alive while the corners erode.
Seen homies fall, seen feds set traps,
But the heart of the set still beat through the claps.

Green blood, no peace — Grove Street’s my name,
We built this legacy in fire, loss, and flame.
From the Crenshaw nights to the daylight grime,
Ain’t no love for the weak in this frontline.

(Loyalty ain’t a word… it’s a lifestyle.)
Respect the code or die in denial.

Used to ride four-deep in a Cutlass Supreme,
Now we pressin’ on the gas with a semi and dream.
Lost Smokes, lost Green, lost lil’ Ty,
But the hood never dies, just multiply.
Feds try to flip us, the Ballas want smoke,
But we bleed Grove green till the barrel go broke.
Ain’t no switches in the fam — only switches on triggers,
We kings of the south, nothin’ less, nothin’ bigger.

Still reppin’ that G with the fitted low,
If you know, then you know how the stories go.
From the trap to the grave, we stay ten toes,
While The Grim walks silent where the green grows.

Green blood, no peace — Grove Street’s my name,
We built this legacy in fire, loss, and flame.
From the Crenshaw nights to the daylight grime,
Ain’t no love for the weak in this frontline.

Southside angels wearin’ bandanas,
Talkin’ to spirits on cracked-up antennas.
This ain’t just colors, this is pain, this is pride,
This is for every lost soul who never switched sides.

So when the sun sets on these L.S. blocks,
And you hear them echoes through the gunshots,
Know we still stand, green-hearted and grim,
'Cause the story of the Fam never ends — just begins.

TGRP - Green Blood No Peace

LETRA | LYRIC

Yeah…
Down South where the flames stay lit
Orange flag swingin’, we born in the grit
Hustlers, baby — grind don’t quit
From The Grim to the grave, we run this shit

Wake up with a dream, pocket full of nothin’
Mama cryin’ in the room, stomach straight rumblin’
Now it’s bricks in the oven, homies in the trap
Orange bandana, loyalty on the map
No love in the block, just scars and scars
Cops rollin’ deep, we dodgein’ them cars
Got enemies wearin’ purple, movin’ like mice
We lacin’ they corners, cuttin’ their slice
We don’t dance, we lean
Talk slick, get mean
Stack green on green
Spray cans and codeine

It’s that G-code, dirty soul, hustle divine
From the southside hell where the bullets align
We don’t talk peace, just piece in the jeans
And a dream too loud for them TV screens

Orange flames light up the street
Fast life, fast cars, too deep
From the dirt we built our name
Now it's Hustlers ridin' with fame
Money, fame, The Grim in our blood
We hustle in rain, we hustle in mud
Gang war heat, but the ice stay cold
Stack that paper, flip that gold

Lowriders jump, the bass go boom
That laranja drip light up the room
From Grove to Forum, we own the grind
Soul of a hustler, peace hard to find
We ain't playin' checkers, this chess on concrete
Talk real smooth but we burnin' the beat

Came from the silence, rose through the static
Now it’s chains, whips, and guns automatic
We ain’t choosin’ war, but war choose us
So we roll with the heat and we trust no trust
Ten toes down, gotta ride for the block
Cut a deal in the alley, hear the tick of the Glock
Every dollar got a soul, every gram got a price
And the fame ain't sweet if it come overnight
We toast for the dead, pour brown on the curb
For every Hustler that bled for the word
Now we livin’ big, still movin' low
From the dope house roof to the corner store glow

It’s that code of the streets, that legacy flame
Orange pride, Southside — remember the name
Ain’t no fame without pain, no king without fight
Hustlers walk tall through the Grim at night

Orange flames light up the street
Fast life, fast cars, too deep
From the dirt we built our name
Now it's Hustlers ridin' with fame
Money, fame, The Grim in our blood
We hustle in rain, we hustle in mud
Gang war heat, but the ice stay cold
Stack that paper, flip that gold

We don’t beg, we don’t borrow
We live for today, fight off tomorrow
It’s brothers in chains and dreams in flames
But the Hustlers rise again and again
We the echo of the hood, the voice of the block
Orange wave crashin’, can’t be stopped
Talk big, live bigger
From pennies to figures

So when you see orange, you know what it mean
It’s fire in the streets, and smoke in between
Hustlers ride — never backin’ down
The Grim on our back, and we run the town

TGRP - Orange Hustle

LETRA | LYRIC

Desde San Fierro con fuego real,
Somos la voz del barrio marginal.
No es ficción, es calle, es crimen,
Es The Grim, donde la muerte firme camina sin timing...

Nacido entre concreto, criado entre metralla,
El barrio enseñó que la vida no se regala.
Rifa manda, Rifa muerde, Rifa no olvida,
En la sombra del puerto, traficamos la vida.
Cargamentos en barcos, veneno en paquetes,
Carteles nos llaman, movemos los billetes.
Contra Vagos, Ballas, y los Aztecas falsos,
Nos buscan los federales, pero somos fantasmas.
No es color, es causa, no es estilo, es guerra,
Aquí cada mirada pesa más que una sierra.
Miras azules, cicatrices en la piel,
Y en cada esquina, un hermano que cayó por el cartel.

Caminamos entre muerte y traición,
Con el alma rota, pero el corazón en misión.
The Grim nos observa desde la cima,
Pero la calle ruge... y nadie se victimiza.

San Fierro Rifa, nunca se cae
Entre plomo y droga, el barrio no trae paz
Azul como cielo, oscuro como el crimen
Vivimos la guerra, firmamos con The Grim
San Fierro Rifa, fuego sin fin
Marcados por calle, sellados por skin
Aztecas, Vagos, nos quieren romper
Pero nadie mata lo que no quiere ceder

Sangre en la acera, ojos sin fe,
Y en la espalda, la traición de un que se fue.
Pero la Rifa se levanta, firme,
The Grim no perdona, y la calle lo imprime...

Los míos no lloran, los míos disparan,
En la mira hay rivales que nunca se preparan.
Traficamos en túneles, callejones y muelles,
Con Sancho al volante y los cuernos en los cuellos.
Aztecas se creen herencia pura,
Pero sus calles tiemblan cuando llega la oscura.
Nosotros somos sombra, plomo y destino,
Orgullo chicano, con fuego divino.
Escuchas la radio, “tiroteo en el este”
Era un martes cualquiera, la muerte no tiene reste.
El barrio está caliente, la ley no entra más,
Solo The Grim y la Rifa dominando el compás.

Dices que somos gangsters, pero somos cultura,
Cholos de respeto, tatuajes y estructura.
Con fe en la calle, y rabia en el pecho,
Leales a los nuestros, derecho o despecho.

San Fierro Rifa, nunca se cae
Entre plomo y droga, el barrio no trae paz
Azul como cielo, oscuro como el crimen
Vivimos la guerra, firmamos con The Grim
San Fierro Rifa, fuego sin fin
Marcados por calle, sellados por skin
Aztecas, Vagos, nos quieren romper
Pero nadie mata lo que no quiere ceder

The Grim es la ciudad…
Pero la Rifa…
La Rifa es la ley.
Desde el norte al sur…
Azul por sangre.
Fuego por ley.
San Fierro por vida…
Hasta que la muerte calle.

TGRP - Rifa No Muere

LETRA | LYRIC

Yo… we ain't sane, we ain't safe,
We just Loonies out the cage,
From the heart of The Grim,
Where the meds don't work… and the nightmares begin.
Heheheheheheh…

I got bats in my bando, voices in the Lambo
Talkin’ to the mirror like “yo, pass the ammo”
Slippers on my head, got a crown of pills,
Straight from the psych ward, runnin’ through the hills
Crayons in my pocket, sketchin’ out plots,
Makin’ art with chaos, laughin' while it rots
Pop a gummy, hear the scream of a ghost,
Loonies don’t sleep, we just overdose
No crew like us, we dance with the cops,
Moonwalk through riots while we sippin’ on drops
We ain’t gangsters, we the reason for fear,
Whisper to the walls, make the reaper appear

I ain't paranoid, I'm just prepped for the purge
Medicated mind with a lyrical surge
Locked in a cell? Nah, I broke the script
This is The Grim, and I run that trip

We the Loonies! (hah!) Straight-jacket drip
Spin the block laughin’, banana in the clip
In The Grim where the lunatics roam,
Every padded room is a motherf***in’ throne
We the Loonies! (uh!) Brains on tilt
Paint the town red with the chaos we built
Ain’t no peace when the meds wear thin,
Welcome to the mind of a beast from The Grim

Doctors said I need help…
But the voices said: “nah, just kill the beat.”
Heheheheh…
Boom goes the sanity…

Tinfoil hat, but the drip is elite
Laughin’ in court, screamin’ “guilty is sweet!”
Straight from asylum, where we color with blood
Got a smile like Joker, but I'm colder than thugs
Hit a lick in pajamas, rob a bank with a duck
Got a goldfish lawyer, yeah, we don't give a f***
We the meds that you flushed, the pills that talk back,
We the scream in your dreams, we the panic attack
Barkin’ at the moon, shootin’ stars for sport
Bouncin' off walls while we holdin' fort
We don't need straps, just pure insanity
And a laugh so loud it breaks reality

You call it delusion, we call it art
We rip out the dark and stitch up the heart
In The Grim, we don’t kneel to fear,
We feed it cookies, then make it disappear

We the Loonies! (hah!) Straight-jacket drip
Spin the block laughin’, banana in the clip
In The Grim where the lunatics roam,
Every padded room is a motherf***in’ throne
We the Loonies! (uh!) Brains on tilt
Paint the town red with the chaos we built
Ain’t no peace when the meds wear thin,
Welcome to the mind of a beast from The Grim

We don’t die…
We just respawn in stranger forms…
In The Grim, madness is the law,
And we the kings of the psych ward, raw.
Loonies… forever untamed.
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TGRP - Straight Jacket Drip

LETRA | LYRIC

Old soul, new world
We don’t play game, we run game.
Triads no fade, legacy never fall…
This is The Grim… 我们是龙 (wǒmen shì lóng)… We are dragon.

From Hong Kong street to San Andreas dock
Silk robe, blade sharp, we no tick-tock
Red lanterns light up the crime
We move in shadow, quiet like time
Call me 大哥 (dà gē), I no smile for fake
We make peace or war, you decide your fate
Chopsticks grip rice, and hold cold steel
One word from the boss, your whole deal squeal
Smoke rise from tea, and gun too hot
We sip honor, you just chase the shot
No tattletale live, all tongue go mute
We bring cash, culture, and old Kung Fu roots

Triads never beg, we build from flame
You chase fame, we protect the name
From temple bell to neon glow,
The dragon sleep deep, but ready to go

Red dragon rise in The Grim,
No fear, no shame, we born to win
Silk and blade, we never bend
This not game, this blood 'til end
Zài jiàn (再见) to your fake street crew
We real legacy, not like you
Respect our code, or lose your chin
This mafia breathin' deep in The Grim

You think we slow? Nah…
We wait. We strike. We vanish.
One move — thousand years behind it.
You call it crime.
We call it art.

I count mahjong tiles and stack cartel bills
You flex for cam, we silent kills
In alley red, you see no track
But if you owe coin, we take it back
Ceremony deep, we bow to gods
But still put lead in corrupted odds
We speak in code, and move like mist
You write rap… we write blacklist
Triad tattoo, dragon on chest
Means family forever, forget the rest
We honor past, but future is grim
So we wear mask, and burn the sin

你以为我们怕？(nǐ yǐwéi wǒmen pà?)
You think we scared?
我们是影子。(wǒmen shì yǐngzi)
We are shadow.
And shadows always return…

Red dragon rise in The Grim,
No fear, no shame, we born to win
Silk and blade, we never bend
This not game, this blood 'til end
Zài jiàn (再见) to your fake street crew
We real legacy, not like you
Respect our code, or lose your chin
This mafia breathin' deep in The Grim

When you see red light…
Don’t blink.
It may be lantern…
Or it may be warning.
Triads walk proud, talk soft,
But blade speak loud.
In The Grim, we no fade.
We remain.

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