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Sowhatusaying
South Central Cartel Productions
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It's a motherfuckin' shame
Every time I look at the goddamn news or read a motherfuckin' paper
Some motherfuckin' bitch or nigga tryin' to diss 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
Comin' up out of the cut, I'm breakin' 'em off
Focus 9-5 G thang, comin' up out of that Mustang
Known to let these nuts hang
Cannibalistic flow snatchin' your neck off
Grabbin' the fuckin' TEC, lettin' it spit, takin' your chest off
Walk a fire nigga with the quickness, pissin' on grave sites
Magnify your heart with this beam and stop it like a street light
We those motherfuckers kickin' up dust, droppin' that bomb shit
Glock cocked on your block ready to rock at all times, bitch
I sag, SCC be that clique, trench in half
Felon in pride, H-A-B the O-C, you can't see we pump pump
That half a go have it crazy, motherfucker
Bewitched and brain dead, leavin' you headless, motherfucker
Original from the block, random poppin' drop, Glock on cock
Felonies, the locus as I focus like a mug shot
Hot like pots, nah, fuck that, like boilin' lava
I'm wicked, sit back and kick it as I saliva
Hot cook in your eyeball, I call off shots for the GNC
Niggas close your eyes 'cause you ain't seein' me
5'8", 7:15, Bullet Loco still pissin' in the cup
And I'm not givin' a fuck
It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made colors
Gettin' paid off gangbangin', I want my money, motherfucker
I'ma bump ya, buck ya like a chicken and cut your head off
Housin' with them hundred thousand ready to let off
Go to the pen or make ends, that was my option
Now R.I.P. gon' put me up like adoption
I'm shoppin' for frames and things for Mark's jet
I'm addictive like double nicotine in cigarettes
Bet, let's take this beam into the head, Loc, you're scared, Loc
I let my fuckin' lead smoke and leave these fuckers dead broke
Ask me to rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon' come sick
'Cause at the end of the world it's gon' be gangstas
Cockroaches and sherm sticks
Yeah, Hit-Bangs in the house, hoes
And you player haters can't stop this gangsta shit
You know what I'm sayin'? Haha
Step off, step off, punk-ass niggas
I'ma rip off your soft-ass medicated cotton
'Cause I put my foot up your ass before your past gets hot
Even before you're thinkin' 'bout fightin'
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustas in your mouths
No, I just don't trust
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustas in your mouths
No, I just don't trust
Back on that flow, don't you know it's that pride from that squad
Kickin' up in that dust as I bust as I mob
Metamorphosized from that BG to OG
All I see is G's, but you bustas can't see me
Smokin' motherfuckers 'til they body the cold
I'm kickin' up on your ass 'til you crumble and fold
I'm rollin' coupes on them Vogues, droppin' six to them fours
Makin' records goin' gold, that's my story and folks
You try to break me, but you broke as I spoke, Loc
Suckers hate the good smoke as I peel your cap like a cantaloupe
You think it's settled when we knuckle up
I got insane like Saddam and wreck your posse with my finger, fuck
503 To pump, here it comes one more time
Pistol grip pump when I'm packin' up mine
Y'all don't wanna do nothin', I'ma keep on bustin'
Wizzy and his lighter squad is zappin' your ass, bitch, and cry
G's need to ease on back or catch a cap in they knapsack
I spayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days
So why must you try my G flow that's fryin' your ass up like fuju
And I gotta hollow point for the gaffos
That be jammin' it in your ass like a rap
So respect me, the young B-R-O-T
I be that nigga that killed you for 1990 G
I takes two to your jaw, motherfucker, you slip
I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip
Nigga, I chew figure like a bitch, I let you get away
Westside CPT G's that don't play
I toss that CPT up, blaze up the blunt
Then I steps back and sips down my fuckin' cup
My nigga Bird got my back when we square off
Toe to toe, don't you know, surprise, here comes the left blow
You get the steel-toe boot to your chin
You can't win, Usher spits out your front tooth
Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt
You get hurt, motherfucker, 'cause we puts in much work
You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin' strap
Player hater best get ready for a lone nut
I hit your block 'cause I don't care
Let the Glock go tick-tock and I hit you with which
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustas in your mouths
No, I just don't trust
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustas in your mouths
No, I just don't trust
I heard niggas had beef with SCC
And he was headed for the airport, landed ass breaded with Nook
From Milltown, A called me, said leave him with TEC-9 releases
Torched his porch, then pissed out the pieces
Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin' worthy
'Cause he had beefs with Air Banks, Boss Spice
When they tried to hide in Jersey
That was the wrong fuckin' move, the wrong alley
To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali
Yes, with the murder, and set it flex
West Coast to East Coast quicker than Federal Express
'Cause we strapped and we don't lack for the wack
The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back
Break yourself, it's your killer, make way while I spray
Murder Squad with a claim, my hood is the Bay
Nine Glock cocked, ready to pop bustas
I roll two Rake high and I thrive outside
Retaliation of mugs when I bust off blasts
Retaliation of life, gun in hand with my mask
Can't stop me, I'm sick and I gives a fuck
See a nigga slippin', aim my shit, then I bust
Break yourself once again, it's on, I'm takin' all
Fuck punk, drop one, head up, all one
Murder Squad, gangsta made beat, be the shit
Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick
Niggas player hate you, but they're naughty by nature
H, I got these niggas on the run, so let's go get the guns
Takin' they shit, gang, carry riches, pick this
If a nigga can't slow up your spot
I'm leavin' your shit up in stitches
Gotta decapitate, motherfuckers can't see me like Ray Charles
Kill 'em all, stick a ice pick in your shit and have you
Stabbin' up shit like O.J., shoot 'em up with the motherfuckin' AK
It's that nigga from the East Bay, killin' our shit with a gas spray
Motherfuckin' hustler, fuck a buster
How bullets be makin' a nigga fry, let's all die
I bet it have some niggas caught can I
With the infrared up on the nutsack, man, blaow blaow
With the infrared up on them throats, make 'em blaow blaow
Step off, step off, punk-ass niggas
I'ma rip off your soft-ass medicated cotton
'Cause I put my foot up your ass before your past gets hot
Even before you're thinkin' 'bout fightin'
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustas in your mouths
No, I just don't trust
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustas in your mouths
No, I just don't trust
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