Havoc - Servin 'Em Heat lyrics

[Intro: Havoc the Rhime Son] 199 muthaf**in' 4 South Central Cartel is back in the house Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece And we straight servin your a** heat [Verse 1: Prodeje] Muthaf**as 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 sh**, n***a through the hood's in the S-C P da R da O da D da E da J, that is me Comin' short I don't think so, n***as gotta float style This lil' n***a 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 n***as talk sh** 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 Back street lights on and muthaf**as ain't sleepin' I know my city so I'm rollin, n***as tried to swang with this But South Central's kinda dangerous [Hook] S-C n***a kickin gangsta sh** Cartel gonna get my back S-C n***a kickin gangsta sh**, fool Run up and I'ma serve you heat [Verse 2: Havikk] Breakin muthaf**as off, n***a for the hoo-ride A true G from the C finna G-slide Strapped cause it's on if them n***as runnin up play the back in Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10 Big G's in the hood stay down for a n***a Hoes ride dicks cause we got bigger 90 muthaf**in' 2 street S-C Cartel bailin through the mist, servin much hell n***as fronted on a n***a in the 93 The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G Peelin n***as cap quick I let the khakis hang get ripped for the n***as wanna set trip Surely loc's with the Locs Glock in my drawers f**in with the old folks Knuckle headed n***a in the hood gettin' lit off the E.T. and O.E Layin in the cut for the police H-A to the V-I double muthaf**in K Creepin on yo' a** with an AK At the park shootin' hoops And finna get my strap on Smokin' n***as cause I'm jail pro [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodeje] I'm from a hood where the real n***as 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 muthaf**in C, that's all b**h And in the end I'ma maintain Muthaf**as hittin dips try to main but I'm insane So I wouldn't trip n***a cause I got a clip For the 9, hanging on my muthaf**in hip You need to kick it in the city with me And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the s**ers actin sh**ty with me And muthaf**as still flossin, still tryin to O.G On the slap smokin E.T [Verse 4: Havikk] Hangin on the muthaf**in deuce I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a muthaf**in' small Coupe Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' a** and it's over And En Vogue couldn't hold ya n***as yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta Think what you want, I keep one in the chamber A real Cartel n***a Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' a** in the river Shootin dice in the hood buckin n***as 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 muthaf**as can't fade me [Hook]