South Central Madness

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 bitch
 Another gee with the gaffle gangsta 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 fuck with it
 Yo, the Prodeje spoke and choke, you joked
 Who croaked when the gunsmoke 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
 Becomes a 187 if a sucker tries to fess
 Kaos, Gripp, the Ringleader here to rip shit
 And when I'm grippin' the mic is when I flip shit
 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, shit
 Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this shit
 'Cause your ass got tossed
 By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
 Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
 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
 Gas'll swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death
 Eat your brain and watch your ass melt
 In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
 The danger zone, motherfucka, get your head flown
 By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
 Drop the floor on a noose and watch your ass choke
 Feel the lyrics that blow, coward, 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-it-up track for '92
 For South Central
 Cold droppin' gangsta
 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 fuck about a five-o
 'Cause I live on the edge like every nigga
 A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
 And man, I gat, so I guess I'm a rider
 Bitches know I'm paid, so I guess that's why they strive for
 I sling like the Cartel bang
 Scorpio is bailin' but you ain't gonna hang
 My AK is fully automatic
 If you wanna live, chump, then don't get dramatic
 'Cause the Jel'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 muthafuckin fool
 Just because you thought you that crazy
 Try to rush hard but your shit couldn't phase me
 'Cause I'm more than a brother that's mental
 I'm the one Mexican that roam South Central
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 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 lick it like a popsicle
 Hear the blast, and I see your blood trickle
 Yeah, exactly what I figured
 A bitch-made nigga that's scared to pull a 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 muthafucka 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 your dead with your dick on hard
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 Malibu beaches and every day sunshine
 Bullshit - my city's full of one-time
 Rollin' on a hunt for they favorite toy
 Any gangsta nigga wearin' khakis or Curduroys
 House shoes or a pair of Nike
 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 nigga'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 them 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 muthafuckas out there
 Don't know how we livin' in South Central
 Fuck y'all!
 (Shit, goddamn
 Get off those ass and jam!)
 (Shit, goddamn)
 Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin' slide
 Weak niggas straight trip when I ride
 Young Wes Word trippin' on another flow
 And yeah nigga, I still got my 44
 In the front seat tryin' to fuck 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 shovin' big dick in your whole mouth
 Wes Word take a grip on a flow
 And yo, right after this I get to fuck yo ho
 Young nigga, don't sweat that
 'Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the muthafuckin' 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 ho
 Suck my dick, bitch trick, when I say so
 Westside, killin' up niggaroes