SOUTH CENTRAL CARTEL - South Central Madness lyrics

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[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 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 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 fuck 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 sucker tries to fess

Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip shit

And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip shit

[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, 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

Gaffle, 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 dangerzone, muthafucka, 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, 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 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 ???? 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 muthafuckin ????

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

[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 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 bitch-made nigga 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 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 ya dead with your dick on hard

[uncredited guest rapper #3]

Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine

Bullshit - my city's full of one-time

Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy

Any gangsta nigga 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 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 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

[Havoc]

For all you muthafuckas out there don't know how we livin in South Central

Fuck y'all!

(Shit, goddamn

Get off yo ass and jam!) [x2]

[uncredited guest rapper #4]

Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide

Weak niggas straight trip when I ride

Young Westworld 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 stuffin big dick in your hoe mouth

Westworld kick a grip on a flow

And yo, right after this I get to fuck yo hoe

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 hoe

Suck my dick, bitch trick, when I say so

Westside, killin up niggaroes