[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]