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***as strollin deep Watch your back, I'm about to creep It's not Compton, it's South Central like a b**h 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** 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 s**er tries to fess Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip sh** And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip sh** [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** co*k the nine and laugh when I blast this sh** Cause your a** got tossed By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a b**h Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke Cause I provide the funk and it's homicide s**ers collide with my drum and get hung Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of d**h Eat your brain and watch your a** melt In the Central I roam, I'm close to home The dangerzone, muthaf**a, get your head flown By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke Drop the floor on a noose and watch your a** choke Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate Your damn 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** about a five-o Cause I live on the edge like every n***a A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger And man, I gat, so I guess I'm a rider b**hes 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 goddamn mafia Wanna scrap, punk? Ace'll be droppin ya When we're done you're gonna be feelin blue Sleepin on the floor like a muthaf**in???? Just because you thought you that crazy Try to rush hard but your sh** 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***as who think they can step to A pretty seditty lady from the city Looks are deceiving but my attitude is sh**ty 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**h-made n***a 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 muthaf**a 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 dick on hard [uncredited guest rapper #3] Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine Bullsh** - my city's full of one-time Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy Any gangsta n***a 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***a'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***as 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 muthaf**as out there don't know how we livin in South Central f** y'all! (sh**, goddamn Get off yo a** and jam!) [x2] [uncredited guest rapper #4] Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide Weak n***as straight trip when I ride Young Westworld trippin on another flow And yeah n***a, I still got my .44 In the front seat tryin to f** with me? And get sprayed, fool, this the S.C. In the house, puttin n***as' heads out Workin em out, trippin em out without a doubt And still stuffin big dick in your hoe mouth Westworld kick a grip on a flow And yo, right after this I get to f** yo hoe Young n***a, don't sweat that Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the muthaf**in AK strapped On your back with a goddamn 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 s** my dick, b**h trick, when I say so Westside, k**in up n***aroes