Another soldier from the Central with the .80 in my pocket
The n***** knocked and I buck em like a socket
Played his f***** a** cause I never play the last place
So now he's walkin with the m********** gas fate
That's why I'm burnin m*********** like a arsonist
I have you walkin like a cripple and r*****ed b****
I never f*** around when I'm with a team of f***** gangstas
West Coast freestyle bankstas
Kickin a foot up in yo a** like Pele
and prosecutin like a m********** DA
I'm rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of G's
and hittin the dips on the undercover p-i-g-s
I'm givin a f*** about Nathan
m******** Satan, cause I'm the only n**** crematin fools
The Prod came out heartless
gang-related, don't be another n**** on my s***
chorus:
I don't waste a minute m********** I be smokin
(I got another gang story to tell ya)
sometimes I walk around strapped, n****
(I got another gang story to tell ya)
(verse 2: Havikk the Rhyme Son)
Back up in the hood I thought you knew of course you didn't know
Told you got a grip yo d*** you drop like a sixty-fo
I put my foot up in yo a** so far
I'm leavin prints on yo kneck line signed it's the broke guard
Another victim of society
Why did you lie to me?
So I gotta use my strap daily
and take you m********** out
It could have been prevented but the n***** would show from the stow
AK-47 ways to heaven, I took him for a 211, and left his a** with 187
Just another n**** dead and gone
he fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold p***g
I roll the streets with the murder rep
I'm known for takin hoes and n***** (??) instant death
Young n***** goin in, and comin out winnin
The gang story that a n****'s tellin
(repeat chorus twice)
interlude (Prode'je):
South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world, where n***** walk around
strapped daily, and won't hesitate to smoke yo a** in a minute. Take it from
the Mouthpiece: this is just another gang story.
(verse 3: Havikk the Rhyme Son)
Back up in the hood, oh yes, I'm back
I'm leavin your f***** skull marinated in the heat as I creep
I'm stickin my shoe up in yo a** so far
my shoe scream(?) look like embroil(?) as your lyin in the f***** morgue
I gives a f*** when I creep
I told you I was evil as a n**** when I'm lyin by the Devil's sleep
I let the slugs fly quick
The tech 22 was in yo a** like flyes on s***
I'm from the gaps down below
The ground boy, the graveyard, rockin you n***** cause I'm that hard
Rhyme Son causin Havikk for the underground
you f*** around, you lye around and yo, you hang around
I'm puttin n***** on gray shift
The Glock 9 plays connect the dots off in yo a**, b****
The hardest n**** with a G slang
Ninety Fo, here we go, m********** it's a G thang
(chorus)
(verse 4: Big Mike)
Just another m*********** who got toed out, came home and beat his ho down
four shots at the police and lost his show down
low down, but now his little brother's stuck on payback
rollin through the hood and the little n**** stay strapped
What can I say, Black? BG is heartless
use it one time as targets, I warned you not to start this
cause he's down with some down a** n***** from around the way
it be that way, they got they nuts off four deep and they down the play
anything you hoes wanna do
(we'll bust a right at the light, come back and run that corner fool)
Four young n*****, read to f*** your cap up
left three n***** dead and you thought they wouldn't act up
cause it's a sack up and wipe the blood up of the floor
started some s*** and now they got everybody at each other's throats
Kinda f***** up but that's the way it be
these n***** don't be playin on these m********** Streets
I don´t waste a minute m********** I be smokin
I got another gang story to tell ya (yeah)
sometimes I walk around strapped, n****
I got another gang story to tell ya
(chorus
The n***** knocked and I buck em like a socket
Played his f***** a** cause I never play the last place
So now he's walkin with the m********** gas fate
That's why I'm burnin m*********** like a arsonist
I have you walkin like a cripple and r*****ed b****
I never f*** around when I'm with a team of f***** gangstas
West Coast freestyle bankstas
Kickin a foot up in yo a** like Pele
and prosecutin like a m********** DA
I'm rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of G's
and hittin the dips on the undercover p-i-g-s
I'm givin a f*** about Nathan
m******** Satan, cause I'm the only n**** crematin fools
The Prod came out heartless
gang-related, don't be another n**** on my s***
chorus:
I don't waste a minute m********** I be smokin
(I got another gang story to tell ya)
sometimes I walk around strapped, n****
(I got another gang story to tell ya)
(verse 2: Havikk the Rhyme Son)
Back up in the hood I thought you knew of course you didn't know
Told you got a grip yo d*** you drop like a sixty-fo
I put my foot up in yo a** so far
I'm leavin prints on yo kneck line signed it's the broke guard
Another victim of society
Why did you lie to me?
So I gotta use my strap daily
and take you m********** out
It could have been prevented but the n***** would show from the stow
AK-47 ways to heaven, I took him for a 211, and left his a** with 187
Just another n**** dead and gone
he fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold p***g
I roll the streets with the murder rep
I'm known for takin hoes and n***** (??) instant death
Young n***** goin in, and comin out winnin
The gang story that a n****'s tellin
(repeat chorus twice)
interlude (Prode'je):
South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world, where n***** walk around
strapped daily, and won't hesitate to smoke yo a** in a minute. Take it from
the Mouthpiece: this is just another gang story.
(verse 3: Havikk the Rhyme Son)
Back up in the hood, oh yes, I'm back
I'm leavin your f***** skull marinated in the heat as I creep
I'm stickin my shoe up in yo a** so far
my shoe scream(?) look like embroil(?) as your lyin in the f***** morgue
I gives a f*** when I creep
I told you I was evil as a n**** when I'm lyin by the Devil's sleep
I let the slugs fly quick
The tech 22 was in yo a** like flyes on s***
I'm from the gaps down below
The ground boy, the graveyard, rockin you n***** cause I'm that hard
Rhyme Son causin Havikk for the underground
you f*** around, you lye around and yo, you hang around
I'm puttin n***** on gray shift
The Glock 9 plays connect the dots off in yo a**, b****
The hardest n**** with a G slang
Ninety Fo, here we go, m********** it's a G thang
(chorus)
(verse 4: Big Mike)
Just another m*********** who got toed out, came home and beat his ho down
four shots at the police and lost his show down
low down, but now his little brother's stuck on payback
rollin through the hood and the little n**** stay strapped
What can I say, Black? BG is heartless
use it one time as targets, I warned you not to start this
cause he's down with some down a** n***** from around the way
it be that way, they got they nuts off four deep and they down the play
anything you hoes wanna do
(we'll bust a right at the light, come back and run that corner fool)
Four young n*****, read to f*** your cap up
left three n***** dead and you thought they wouldn't act up
cause it's a sack up and wipe the blood up of the floor
started some s*** and now they got everybody at each other's throats
Kinda f***** up but that's the way it be
these n***** don't be playin on these m********** Streets
I don´t waste a minute m********** I be smokin
I got another gang story to tell ya (yeah)
sometimes I walk around strapped, n****
I got another gang story to tell ya
(chorus