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Текст песни South Central Cartel Productions f Jayo - The Show soundtrack

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Typed by: bizzy_manson666@hotmail.com[Havoc]It`s a motherfuckin shame.Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap.But um, check this shit out.Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay.All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay.[Havoc]Bailin up outta the cut, I`m breakin em off for this 95 G thangJumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hangCannibalistic flow snatchin your neck offGrabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest offMorgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sitesMagnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street lightWe blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shitGlock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all timeBitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and HavFelony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can`t see mePump pump that Havoc`ll have it crazy motherfuckaBewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka[Jayo Felony]The original from the block, ready to pop and dropGlock on cock, Felony`s the locest as I focus like a mug shotHot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lavaI`m wicked, sit back and kick it, as I salivaHow I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNCNigga close your eyes cuz you ain`t seeing meFive eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco stillPissin in a cup, and I`m not givin a fuckIt`s on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made ColorsGettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfuckaI`m a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head offHousin with a hundred thousand, ready to let emGo to the pen, or make ends, that was my optionNow R-A-P gon put me up like adoptionI`m shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jetI`m addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretesLet`s take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead brokePass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sickCuz at the end of the world there`s gon be gangstasCockroaches, and sherm sticks[Prodeje]Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.You playa hatas can`t stop this gangsta shit.You know what I`m sayin? Haha[Hook1:]Step up, step off punk ass niggasI flow real soft, soft as medicated cottonCuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gasOr even before you`re thikin bout farting[Hook2:] X 2So what you saying? So what you saying?I`m lettin my gat bustYou bustas and you marks know I just don`t trust[Prodeje]Back on that flow, don`t you knowIt`s that Prod from that sqaudKickin up in that dust as I bust as I mobMetamorphisize from that BG to OGAll I see is G`s but you bustas can`t see meSmokin motherfuckas so they bodies are coldI`m kickin up on your ass till you crumble and foldI`m on the creeps on them vougesDroppin 6 to them 4`sMakin records, going goldThat`s my story in VougeStill try to break me but you`re brokeAs I spoke, locSuckas hate the gunsmokeAct I peel your cap like a cantaloupeYou think it`s settled when we knuckle upI got insane like SaddamAnd wreck your posse with my finger fuck[Young Prod?]Five four three two umHere it comes, one more timePistol whip dump when I`m packin up mineY`all don`t wanna do nothin, I`ma keep on bustin(....?....)G`s need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsackI sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for daysSo why must you drive my G flow I swallow your ass up like CujoAnd I got em, hollow point for the gaffleSeventeen (?) in your ass like a raffleSo respect me, the Young P-R-O-DI be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G[MC Eiht]I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slipI take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lipNigga, how`d you figga like a bitch I let you get awayWestside, CPT G`s that don`t playI throws that CPT up, blaze up the bluntThen I steps back and sits down my fuckin cupMy nigga Bird got my back when we square offToe to toe, don`t ya know surprise here comes the left blowYou get the steel toed boot, to your chinYou can`t win, oops it splits out your front toothNow you squirm like a worm in the dirtYou get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much workYou look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playaEiht Hype best to get ready for a long nightI hit your block cuz I don`t careLet the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah[Hook2] X 2[Treach]I heard niggas had beef with SCCAnd he was headed for the airportLanded ass branded way up north>From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releasesTorches porched and piss out the piecesNigga wasn`t witty nor fuckin worthyCuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to hide in JerseyThat was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alleyTo think the Murder Squad only had connections in CaliYes, with the murder, I said it flexWest coast to east coast quicker than Federal ExpressCuz we strike and we don`t lack for the wackThe T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back![Sh`Killa]Break yoself, it`s Sh`Killa, make way while I sprayMurder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bayNine glock glock, ready to pop or stopWhile those who rank high in might ride on topRetaliation a must when I bust or blastRetaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask Can`t stop me I`m sick and I gives a fuckSee a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bustBreak yoself, once again it`s onI`m takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut oneMurder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shitMurder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick[Spice 1]Niggas playa hate ya but I`m Naughty by NatureEiht ya got these niggas on the run, so let`s go get the gunsTakin they shit, gankin they riches, (?) so a nigga can`t sew up your spotI`m leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckasCan`t see me like Ray CharlesKill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA!Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AKIt`s that nigga from the east bayKillin off shit when the gat sprayMotherfuckin hustler, fuck a bustaHigh billers we makin a nigga fryLet`s all die, murder up some niggas call "Can I?"With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw![Hook1][Hook2]

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