South Central Cartel - Gang Stories lyrics

(feat. 3-2, Big Mike) [VERSE 1: Prode'je] Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket A n***a's knocked it and I f**ed him like socket Cleared his f**in a**, cause I never play the last place So now he's walkin with the muthaf**in gas face That's right, I'm burnin muthaf**as like a arsonist I have you walkin like a crippled and retarted b**h I never f** around when I'm with a team of f**in gangsters Westcoast freestyle bangsters Kickin a foot up in yo a** like Pele And prosecute like the muthaf**in D.A. I'm rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees And hittin the chips on the undercover p-i-g's I'm givin a f** about naythin, muthaf**a Satan Cause I'm the only n***a crematin Fool, the Prod came out heartless Gang related, don't be anohter n***a on my sh**list [CHORUS] I don't waste a minute, muthaf**as I be smokin (I got another gang story to tell, peep) Sometimes I walk around strapped, n***a [MC Eiht] (I got another gang story to tell, peep) [VERSE 2: Tre-Duce] Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn't know Though you got a grip you're gettin dropped like a sixty-fo' I put my foot up in your a** so far I'm leavin prints on your neckline, signed 'Mr. Bogart' Another victim of society Why did you lie to me? So I gotta use my strap daily And take you muthaf**as out It coulda been prevented, but the n***as was sho' from the sto' A.K.-47 ways to heaven I took em for a 211 And left his a** with 187 Just a another n***a dead and gone He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam I roll the streets with a murder rep I'm known for kickin hoes and n***as' necks and causin istant d**h Young n***as goin in and comin out winnin The gang story that a n***a's tellin [CHORUS] [Havoc The Mouthpiece] South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world Where n***as walk around strapped daily And won't hesitate to smoke yo a** in a minute Take it from the Mouthpiece This is just another Gang Story [VERSE 3: Havikk The Rhimeson] Back up in the hood, oh yes, I'm back I'm leavin your f**in skull marinated in the heat as I creep I'm stickin my shoe up in your a** so far My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you're lyin in the f**in morgue I gives a f** when I creep I told you I was evil as a n***a when I'm lyin by the devil 'sleep I let the slugs fly quick The Tec-22 is in your a** like flies on sh** I'm from the dephts down below, the groundward The graveyard, rockin you n***as, cause I'm that hard Rhimeson casuin havoc for the underground You f** around, you lay around, and yo, you hang around I'm puttin n***as on graveshift The Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your a**, b**h The hardest n***a with a g slang '94, here we go, muthaf**as, it's a g thang [CHORUS] [VERSE 4: Big Mike] Just another muthaf**a who got tore down Came home and beat his hoe down Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown Low down, but now his little brother's stuck on payback Rollin through the hood, and them little n***as stay strapped What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless Usin one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this Cause he's down with some down-a** n***as from around the way It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep, and they down to play Anything you hoes wanna do (Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool) Four young n***as ready to f** your cap up Left three n***as dead, and you thought they wouldn't act up? Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo' Started some sh**, and now they got everybody at each other's throats Kinda f**ed up, but that's the way it be These n***as don't be playin on these muthaf**in streets [CHORUS]