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    South Central Cartel

    South Central Madness

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    Added 20 February 2008 user AND1

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    Lyrics South Central Madness

    [Havoc]
    Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
    I only got three words to say:
    South - Central - Madness
    [Prodeje]
    Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life
    The Cartels gonna roll the dice
    One time for the mind of the niggas strollin deep
    Watch your back, Im about to creep
    Its not Compton, its South Central like a bitch
    Another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch
    If your game is weak, you speak straight punk
    If funk jump youre soft and try to punk
    Cause Ima 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 and choke
    Who croak when the guns smoke, ?broke, youre half-loced?
    But Ima 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
    211s in progress
    Here comes the 187 if a sucker tries to fess
    Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip shit
    And when Im grippin the mic or when I flip shit
    [Havikk]
    Its not Compton, whats up punk, its South Central
    A crime wave of gangster-made criminals
    Liftin a skit to your dome, Im 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 its 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, Im close to home
    The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
    By a loc, Ima smoke, Im 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, whos the baddest?
    You cant 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, Im 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, dont 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 Im a rider
    Bitches know Im paid, so I guess thats why they strive for
    I sling like the Cartel bang
    Scorpio is ???? but you aint gonna hang
    My AK is fully automatic
    If you wanna live, chump, then dont get dramatic
    Cause the jails got a goddamn mafia
    Wanna scrap, punk? Acell be droppin ya
    When were done youre 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 couldnt phase me
    Cause Im more than a brother thats mental
    Im 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 Im 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 dont 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 thats scared to pull the trigger
    On a lady thats got you feelin smaller
    Shorter than short, Im 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
    Its not a gang when no Uzi is sprayin
    A lady thats 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 citys 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 youre at and keep your health
    Cause where Im from every niggas for hisself
    Or his set with the vest and a Tec
    So if youve 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 aint even close to claim hard knocks
    Thats why they dyin of a overdose of buckshots
    I cant take it, my mic, somebody grab this
    And keep flowin to the South Central Madness
    [Havoc]
    For all you muthafuckas out there dont know how we livin in South Central
    Fuck yall!
    (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, dont 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
    [ South Central Madness Lyrics ]
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