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[HAVOC:] 199-muthafuckin'4: South Central Cartel is back in the house Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece And we straight servin your ass heat [PRODEJE:] Muthafuckas gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1 But 94 is in effect if you want some Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on then it's poppin And only for the real car droppin G shit, nigga through the hood's in the S-C P da R da O da D da E da J da [??????] Comin [????] I don't think so, niggas gotta float style This lil' nigga still loco 8-9's where the hustlers dwell You wanna know where I'm from: S-C Cartel TO the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a homie Many niggas talk shit And get banked with the O-E Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L That's where the real O.G.'s bail Down low in a short Coupe Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited It's all good when I'm creepin SongtexteBack street lights on and muthafuckas done slipping I know my city so I'm rollin, niggas tried to swang with this But South Central's kinda dangerous [Chorus...] S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit Cartel gonna get my back S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit, fool Run up and I'ma serve you heat [HAVIKK:] Breakin muthafuckas off, nigga for the hoo-ride A true G from the C finna G-slide Strapped cause it's on if them niggas runnin up play the back in Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10 Big G's in the hood stay down for a nigga Hoes ride dicks cause we got bigger 90 muthafuckin 2 street S-C Cartel bailin through the mist servin much hell Niggas fronted on a nigga in the 93 The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G Peelin niggas cap quick I let the khakis hang get ripped for the niggas wanna set trip Surely loc's with the Locs Glock in my drawers fuckin with the old folks Knuckle headed nigga in the hood gettin ???? off the E.T. and O.E Layin in the cut for the police H-A to the V-I double muthafuckin K Creepin on yo' ass with an AK At the park shootin' hoops And finna get my strap on Smokin niggas cause I'm jail pro [Chorus...] [PRODEJE:] I'm from a hood where the real niggas come-up Some gang bang, some slang but I'm dealin in the rap game You try to figure who I run with The S-C to the muthafuckin C, that's all bitch And in the end I'ma maintain Muthafuckas hittin deep try to main but I'm insane So I wouldn't trip nigga cause I got a clip For the 9, hanging on my muthafuckin hip You need to kick it in the city with me And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the suckers actin shitty with me And muthafuckas still flossin, still tryin to O.G. On the slap smokin E.T. [HAVIKK:] Hangin on the muthafuckin deuce I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a muthafuckin' small Coupe Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' ass and it's over And En Vogue couldn't hold ya Niggas yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta Thin what you want, I keep one in the chamber A real Cartel nigga Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' ass in the river Shootin dice in the hood buckin niggas for their last end In a mood to get my blastin Hittin dips cause I'm down with the Crips and THE Bloods G And muthafuckas can't fade me [Chorus...] Aus Songtexte Mania