The Show movie - Sowhatusayin lyrics

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Song by South Central Cartel Productions f/ Jayo Felony & others<br /><br>

[Havoc]<br>

It's a motherfuckin shame.<br>

Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin <br>

paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap.<br>

But um, check this shit out.<br>

Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay.<br>

All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this <br>

shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay.<br>

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[Havoc]<br>

Bailin up outta the cut, I'm breakin em off for this 95 G thang<br>

Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang<br>

Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off<br>

Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off<br>

Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites<br>

Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light<br>

We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shit<br>

Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time<br>

Bitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav<br>

Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can't see me<br>

Pump pump that Havoc'll have it crazy motherfucka<br>

Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka<br>

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[Jayo Felony]<br>

The original from the block, ready to pop and drop<br>

Glock on cock, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot<br>

Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava<br>

I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva<br>

How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC<br>

Nigga close your eyes cuz you ain't seeing me<br>

Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still<br>

Pissin in a cup, and I'm not givin a fuck<br>

It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors<br>

Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka<br>

I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off<br>

Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em<br>

Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option<br>

Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption<br>

I'm shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet<br>

I'm addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes<br>

Let's take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?<br>

I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke<br>

Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick<br>

Cuz at the end of the world there's gon be gangstas<br>

Cockroaches, and sherm sticks<br>

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[Prodeje]<br>

Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.<br>

You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta shit.<br>

You know what I'm sayin? Haha<br>

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[Hook1:]<br>

Step up, step off punk ass niggas<br>

I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton<br>

Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas<br>

Or even before you're thikin bout farting<br>

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[Hook2: X2]<br>

So what you saying? So what you saying?<br>

I'm lettin my gat bust<br>

You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust<br>

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[Prodeje]<br>

Back on that flow, don't you know<br>

It's that Prod from that sqaud<br>

Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob<br>

Metamorphisize from that BG to OG<br>

All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me<br>

Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold<br>

I'm kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold<br>

I'm on the creeps on them vouges<br>

Droppin 6 to them 4's<br>

Makin records, going gold<br>

That's my story in Vouge<br>

Still try to break me but you're broke<br>

As I spoke, loc<br>

Suckas hate the gunsmoke<br>

Act I peel your cap like a cantaloupe<br>

You think it's settled when we knuckle up<br>

I got insane like Saddam<br>

And wreck your posse with my finger fuck<br>

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[Young Prod?]<br>

Five four three two um<br>

Here it comes, one more time<br>

Pistol whip dump when I'm packin up mine<br>

Y'all don't wanna do nothin, I'ma keep on bustin<br>

(....?....)<br>

G's need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack<br>

I sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days<br>

So why must you drive my G flow <br>

I swallow your ass up like Cujo<br>

And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle<br>

Seventeen (?) in your ass like a raffle<br>

So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D<br>

I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G<br>

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[MC Eiht]<br>

I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip<br>

I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip<br>

Nigga, how'd you figga like a bitch I let you get away<br>

Westside, CPT G's that don't play<br>

I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt<br>

Then I steps back and sits down my fuckin cup<br>

My nigga Bird got my back when we square off<br>

Toe to toe, don't ya know surprise here comes the left blow<br>

You get the steel toed boot, to your chin<br>

You can't win, oops it splits out your front tooth<br>

Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt<br>

You get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much work<br>

You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playa<br>

Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night<br>

I hit your block cuz I don't care<br>

Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah<br>

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[Hook2 X2]<br>

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[Treach]<br>

I heard niggas had beef with SCC<br>

And he was headed for the airport<br>

Landed ass branded way up north<br>

>From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases<br>

Torches porched and piss out the pieces<br>

Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin worthy<br>

Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to <br>

hide in Jersey<br>

That was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alley<br>

To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali<br>

Yes, with the murder, I said it flex<br>

West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express<br>

Cuz we strike and we don't lack for the wack<br>

The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back!<br>

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[Sh'Killa]<br>

Break yoself, it's Sh'Killa, make way while I spray<br>

Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay<br>

Nine glock glock, ready to pop or stop<br>

While those who rank high in might ride on top<br>

Retaliation a must when I bust or blast<br>

Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask <br>

Can't stop me I'm sick and I gives a fuck<br>

See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust<br>

Break yoself, once again it's on<br>

I'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one<br>

Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit<br>

Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick<br>

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[Spice 1]<br>

Niggas playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature<br>

Eiht ya got these niggas on the run, so let's go get the guns<br>

Takin they shit, gankin they riches, (?) so a nigga can't sew <br>

up your spot<br>

I'm leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas<br>

Can't see me like Ray Charles<br>

Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA!<br>

Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK<br>

It's that nigga from the east bay<br>

Killin off shit when the gat spray<br>

Motherfuckin hustler, fuck a busta<br>

High billers we makin a nigga fry<br>

Let's all die, murder up some niggas call "Can I?"<br>

With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!<br>

With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw!<br>

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[Hook1]<br>

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[Hook2]<br>

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