Текст песни South Central Cartel f 3-2, Big Mike - Gang Stories
South Central Cartel f 3-2, Big Mike - Gang Stories слова песни
[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocketA nigga`s knocked it and I fucked him like socketCleared his fuckin ass, cause I never play the last placeSo now he`s walkin with the muthafuckin gas faceThat`s right, I`m burnin muthafuckas like a arsonistI have you walkin like a crippled and retarted bitchI never fuck around when I`m with a team of fuckin gangstersWestcoast freestyle bangstersKickin a foot up in yo ass like PeleAnd prosecute like the muthafuckin D.A.I`m rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of geesAnd hittin the chips on the undercover p-i-g`sI`m givin a fuck about naythin, muthafucka SatanCause I`m the only nigga crematinFool, the Prod came out heartlessGang related, don`t be anohter nigga on my shitlist[ CHORUS ]I don`t waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin(I got another gang story to tell, peep)Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga(I got another gang story to tell, peep) --> MC Eiht[ VERSE 2: Tre-Duce ]Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn`t knowThough you got a grip you`re gettin dropped like a sixty-fo`I put my foot up in your ass so farI`m leavin prints on your neckline, signed `Mr. Bogart`Another victim of societyWhy did you lie to me?So I gotta use my strap dailyAnd take you muthafuckas outIt coulda been prevented, but the niggas was sho` from the sto`A.K.-47 ways to heavenI took em for a 211And left his ass with 187Just a another nigga dead and goneHe fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broamI roll the streets with a murder repI`m known for kickin hoes and niggas` necks and causin istant deathYoung niggas goin in and comin out winninThe gang story that a nigga`s tellin[ CHORUS ][ Havoc The Mouthpiece ]South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the worldWhere niggas walk around strapped dailyAnd won`t hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minuteTake it from the MouthpieceThis is just another Gang Story[ VERSE 3: Havikk The Rhimeson ]Back up in the hood, oh yes, I`m backI`m leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as I creepI`m stickin my shoe up in your ass so farMy shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you`re lyin in the fuckin morgueI gives a fuck when I creepI told you I was evil as a nigga when I`m lyin by the devil `sleepI let the slugs fly quickThe Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shitI`m from the dephts down below, the groundwardThe graveyard, rockin you niggas, cause I`m that hardRhimeson casuin havoc for the undergroundYou fuck around, you lay around, and yo, you hang aroundI`m puttin niggas on graveshiftThe Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitchThe hardest nigga with a g slang`94, here we go, muthafuckas, it`s a g thang[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4: Big Mike ]Just another muthafucka who got tore downCame home and beat his hoe downBust shots at the police and lost the showdownLow down, but now his little brother`s stuck on paybackRollin through the hood, and them little niggas stay strappedWhat can I say, black? B.G. is heartlessUsin one-time as targets, I warned you not to start thisCause he`s down with some down-ass niggas from around the wayIt be that way, they got they nuts off fo` deep, and they down to playAnything you hoes wanna do(Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool)Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap upLeft three niggas dead, and you thought they wouldn`t act up?Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo`Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other`s throatsKinda fucked up, but that`s the way it beThese niggas don`t be playin on these muthafuckin streets[ CHORUS ]