South Central Madness
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Yo this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S C C

I only got three words to say:

South - Central - Madness

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 niggas strollin deep

Watch your back I'm about to creep

It's not Compton it's South Central like a b**ch

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**k 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

2-11's in progress

Here comes the 1-87 if a sucker tries to fess

Kaos Gripp the ringleader is rip sh*t

And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip sh*t

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*t

Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this sh*t

Cause your a** got tossed

By the mafia king you were hung by the boss

Havikk my felonous pitch will lynch a b**ch

Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke

Cause I provide the funk and it's homicide

Suckers collide with my drum and get hung

Gaffle swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death

Eat your brain and watch your a** melt

In the Central I roam I'm close to home

The dangerzone muthaf**ka 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

Yo this is the hype of all hypes

Hype-up track for '92

For South Central

Cold droppin *******

Yo I got a gat I'm tryin to deal with the Madness

Mexican ******* born with a badness

So I drink forties like a wino

And let me get it straight

Don't give a f**k about a five-o

Cause I live on the edge like every ni**a

A nine for a nine get fly with a trigger

And man I gat so I guess I'm a rider

B**ches 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**kin

Just because you thought you that crazy

Try to rush hard but your sh*t couldn't phase me

Cause I'm more than a brother that's mental

I'm the one Mexican that roam South Central

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 niggas who think they can step to

A pretty seditty lady from the city

Looks are deceiving but my attitude is shitty

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**ch-made ni**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**ka 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 **** on hard

Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine

Bullshit - my city's full of one-time

Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy

Any ******* ni**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 ni**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

Niggas 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

For all you muthaf**kas out there

Don't know how we livin in South Central

F**k y'all

(Sh*t goddamn

Get off yo a** and jam )

(Sh*t goddamn)

Westside hoo-ride let me kick a pimpin slide

Weak niggas straight trip when I ride

Young Westworld trippin on another flow

And yeah ni**a I still got my 44

In the front seat tryin to f**k with me

And get sprayed fool this the S C

In the house puttin niggas' heads out

Workin em out trippin em out without a doubt

And still stuffin big **** in your hoe mouth

Westworld kick a grip on a flow

And yo right after this I get to f**k yo hoe

Young ni**a don't sweat that

Cause if you do Andy Mac get the muthaf**kin 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

Suck my **** b**ch trick when I say so

Westside killin up nigg

Yo this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S C C

I only got three words to say:

South - Central - Madness

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 niggas strollin deep

Watch your back I'm about to creep

It's not Compton it's South Central like a b**ch

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**k 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

2-11's in progress

Here comes the 1-87 if a sucker tries to fess

Kaos Gripp the ringleader is rip sh*t

And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip sh*t

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*t

Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this sh*t

Cause your a** got tossed

By the mafia king you were hung by the boss

Havikk my felonous pitch will lynch a b**ch

Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke

Cause I provide the funk and it's homicide

Suckers collide with my drum and get hung

Gaffle swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death

Eat your brain and watch your a** melt

In the Central I roam I'm close to home

The dangerzone muthaf**ka 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

Yo this is the hype of all hypes

Hype-up track for '92

For South Central

Cold droppin *******

Yo I got a gat I'm tryin to deal with the Madness

Mexican ******* born with a badness

So I drink forties like a wino

And let me get it straight

Don't give a f**k about a five-o

Cause I live on the edge like every ni**a

A nine for a nine get fly with a trigger

And man I gat so I guess I'm a rider

B**ches 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**kin

Just because you thought you that crazy

Try to rush hard but your sh*t couldn't phase me

Cause I'm more than a brother that's mental

I'm the one Mexican that roam South Central

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 niggas who think they can step to

A pretty seditty lady from the city

Looks are deceiving but my attitude is shitty

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**ch-made ni**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**ka 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 **** on hard

Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine

Bullshit - my city's full of one-time

Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy

Any ******* ni**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 ni**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

Niggas 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

For all you muthaf**kas out there

Don't know how we livin in South Central

F**k y'all

(Sh*t goddamn

Get off yo a** and jam )

(Sh*t goddamn)

Westside hoo-ride let me kick a pimpin slide

Weak niggas straight trip when I ride

Young Westworld trippin on another flow

And yeah ni**a I still got my 44

In the front seat tryin to f**k with me

And get sprayed fool this the S C

In the house puttin niggas' heads out

Workin em out trippin em out without a doubt

And still stuffin big **** in your hoe mouth

Westworld kick a grip on a flow

And yo right after this I get to f**k yo hoe

Young ni**a don't sweat that

Cause if you do Andy Mac get the muthaf**kin 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

Suck my **** b**ch trick when I say so

Westside killin up nigg

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