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south central cartel – south central madness lyrics

[ havoc ]
yo, this havoc the mouthpiece from the s.c.c.
i only got three words to say:
south – central – madness

[ prode’je ]
hoo-ridin in the central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life
the cartel’s gonna roll the dice
one time for the mind of the n-gg-s strollin deep
watch your back, i’m about to creep
it’s not compton, it’s south central like a b-tch
another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch
if your game is weak, you speak straight punk
if funk jump you’re soft and try to punk
cause i’ma hit you in the face with it
i got a posse of crews to serve blues if you f–k with it
yo, the prode’je spoke and choke and choke
who croak when the guns smoke,? broke, you’re half-loc’ed?
but i’ma break it down for those who know
be real when you claim south central
cause on the central tip you get pistol-whipped
and if the pistol slip, you get uzi-clipped
211’s in progress
here comes the 187 if a sucker tries to fess
kaos, gripp, the ringleader is rip sh-t
and when i’m grippin the mic or when i flip sh-t

[ havikk ]
it’s not compton, what’s up punk, it’s south central
a crime wave of gangster-made criminals
liftin a skit to your dome, i’m relentless, sh-t
c-ck the nine and laugh when i blast this sh-t
cause your -ss got tossed
by the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a b-tch
smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
cause i provide the funk and it’s homicide
suckers collide with my drum and get hung
gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death
eat your brain and watch your -ss melt
in the central i roam, i’m close to home
the dangerzone, m-th-f–ka, get your head flown
by a loc, i’ma smoke, i’m no joke
drop the floor on a noose and watch your -ss choke
feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate
hide your dome, the cartel will penetrate
your d-mn cranium, punk, who’s the baddest?
you can’t escape the south central madness

[ havoc ]
yo, this is the hype of all hypes
hype-up track for ’92
for south central
cold droppin gangsta

[ uncredited guest rapper #1 ]
yo, i got a gat, i’m tryin to deal with the madness
mexican gangsta, born with a badness
so i drink forties like a wino
and let me get it straight, don’t give a f–k about a five-o
cause i live on the edge like every n-gg-
a nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
and man, i gat, so i guess i’m a rider
b-tches know i’m paid, so i guess that’s why they strive for
i sling like the cartel bang
scorpio is? but you ain’t gonna hang
my ak is fully automatic
if you wanna live, chump, then don’t get dramatic
cause the jail’s got a godd-mn mafia
wanna scr-p, punk? ace’ll be droppin ya
when we’re done you’re gonna be feelin blue
sleepin on the floor like a m-th-f–kin?
just because you thought you that crazy
try to rush hard but your sh-t couldn’t phase me
cause i’m more than a brother that’s mental

i’m the one mexican that roam south central

[ uncredited guest rapper #2 ]
a city with so much credential
livin in central is strictly all mental
coincidental, let me tell you what i’m into
gamin on the n-gg-s who think they can step to
a pretty seditty lady from the city
looks are deceiving but my att-tude is sh-tty
and don’t try to step to me quick
cause a 9mm in your mouth i will stick
and make you lookin like a popsicle
hear the blast, and i see your blood trickle
yeah, exactly what i figured
a b-tch-made n-gg- that’s scared to pull the trigger
on a lady that’s got you feelin smaller
shorter than short, i’m the lady shot caller
the boss that 24 is dissin
any m-th-f–ka who think they can fade this
s.c.c. is comin out slayin
it’s not a gang when no uzi is sprayin
a lady that’s pullin all the cards
i smoke ya and leave ya dead with your d-ck on hard

[ uncredited guest rapper #3 ]
malibu beaches and everyday sunshine
bullsh-t – my city’s full of one-time
rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy
any gangsta n-gg- wearin khakis and curduroys
house shoes or a pair of nikeys
and you talkin ’bout you wanna come and sight-see?
fool, you better stay where you’re at and keep your health
cause where i’m from every n-gg-‘s for hisself
or his set with the vest and a tec
so if you’ve never been here, then channel 7 is your best bet
me, i was raised in watts after the riots
so i was taught: see the head, fly it
and one-time, i know they name and they faces
because i see em on a everyday basis
n-gg-s claim hard cause of a warrant or a bounty
others try to claim l.a. from orange county
but ain’t even close to claim hard knocks
that’s why they dyin of a overdose of buckshots
i can’t take it, my mic, somebody grab this
and keep flowin to the south central madness

[ havoc ]
for all you m-th-f–kas out there don’t know how we livin in south
central
f–k y’all!

(sh-t, godd-mn
get off yo -ss and jam!)(2x)

[ uncredited guest rapper #4 ]
westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
weak n-gg-s straight trip when i ride
young westworld trippin on another flow
and yeah n-gg-, i still got my .44
in the front seat tryin to f–k with me?
and get sprayed, fool, this the s.c.
in the house, puttin n-gg-s’ heads out
workin em out, trippin em out without a doubt
and still stuffin big d-ck in your hoe mouth
westworld kick a grip on a flow
and yo, right after this i get to f–k yo hoe
young n-gg-, don’t sweat that
cause if you do, andy mac get the m-th-f–kin ak strapped
on your back with a godd-mn slug in your head
now you know the o.g. meaning of ‘dead’
and right after i proved the point
kick back and smoke a fat joint
of green funky indo
then kick back and let a fine hoe
suck my d-ck, b-tch trick, when i say so
westside, killin up n-gg-roes

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