South Central Cartel - Ya Want Sum A Dis lyrics

[VERSE 1: Prodeje] You start to sway as the story begins to flow Another solo, no, but it's another duo Prodeje hit the map, so zap your back up Another tale of how a gangsta came up When I was adolescent my mother tried to school me But I was wild and acted unruly So told me, "Yo Prodeje, you could die," but I said, "So?" Cause sooner or later we all gotta go I hit the streets and it was on, like Al Capone I let my khakis hang low when I roam I come from the heart of South Central It ain't no joke, and if you choke, it's on the gunsmoke Now broke as a muthaf**a I started to serve Hangin on the corners gettin on the people's nerves And when the cops tried to catch me They don't get sh** because a n***a's too slick I run in an alley and throw my nine in the trees Jumpin over fences until I couldn't breathe The other level of walkin the streets Is way deeper than a n***a bullsh**tin over beats The breaks are hard times and county is a pitstop Before your a** is smoked, another hardknock Spittin the dope sh**, punk, protect yourself I started with a nine, now I fear for health I got a .38 scar, reminder of my first slip I had a job, but see, some n***as still trip Call me a s**er, but yo, I'm down for some scrappin I socked one in the head, then the other started cappin It left the Prodeje scarred for life Now I'm doin drive-by's and takin n***as' life It's deeper than d**h, in the hood it's even deeper still The cops hate me, they want my cap peeled Another brother you hate to see Gettin paid, cause some fear young n***as like me (Boom-boom-boom on your black a**) (You want some of this?) (Then you're a stupid muthaf**a) [VERSE 2: Havikk] Another flow, n***a move slow or get your a** kicked Another gangsta with the sh** you can't f** with I got a heart of steel and a fist of hell A couple .44, I'm backed by the Cartel I got a b**h that will kick you in the a** a little I let the khakis hang low like a criminal Prodeje said, "Yo Havikk, n***a, kick the real sh** In case a n***a try to ride on your dick" They call me low-key cause I roam and I pump lead And put the chrome to the dome of a n***a's head And then the bodies start to calculate On the corner I stand with the gees from upstate The people don't know but I'm a loco Hey yo, I been on the run for a year in South Central The five-o's roll, they got my name and age ready, yo I may be Jonathan, James or (? ) I get away, laugh and say f** em all Get the spraypaint and strike upon the people's wall Deep in the Central it's hell, so when you stroll through Watch your a**, muthaf**a, or you die too The sun don't shine in my city Cause you get smoked, broked and choked, it's crazy, no joke Cause I run game and I slang lley And I pimp hoes and keepin dough with high-priced clothes My moms didn't know how I was livin Cause I told lies to keep the tears out her sad brown eyes I kept a nine handy for a drive-by In case I had to sing a punk fool a lullaby Yo, another day, another dead-a** muthaf**a Caught slippin, now he's six feet under Cause crime don't pay but crime is life, d**h and pain So duck low when my nine goes bang (Boom-boom-boom on your black a**) (You want some of this?) (Then you're a stupid muthaf**a)