90-Motherf**in-4, n***a
South Central Cartel
Comin at cho a** like this, b**h
90-motherf**in 4 n***a
Another motherf**er floatin in a f**in river
I'm creepin on that a** with the glock on yo block
Leavin your brains marinatin', 9 slugs k**in off Satan
Die n*gga n*gga, die n*gga n*gga die b**h
Another skull gettin crushed by a lunatic
I'm blowin motherf**ers domes till the year 2000, oh
187 on your a** hoe
Motherf**ers keep slippin
The slugs keep rippin through that a** when I'm trippin
My mind's all f**ed, and I'm evil as a God damn nut on c**aine
Khaki's hangin low, kickin G slang
So bring it on, and I'mma screw ya like a hot hoe
6 feet stiff as f** for the 9-4
Havikk's got your a** in the scope G
Another k**in' by the k**a from the SC
[CHORUS]
Stay out my hood motherf**er cause you ain't sh**
I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock b**h
Stay out my hood motherf**er cause you ain't sh**
I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock b**h
A n***a gettin wrecked from the S.C. rollin with the Cartel
And a** holes gettin ripped as the G's bail
Goin off like a light switch
f** a b**h, its your money or your motherf**in a** kicked
Gettin rough on a G.O.
One time's tryin to slang young n***az like a kilo
But its on for the whoo ride
And the motherf**er slippin is the motherf**er frizznied
A lil knucklehead, n***az gettin ready G
My kinda positives to you is negativity
But now the prod is even odder so I couldn't give a mad f**
I'll leave your a** in tha bag bucked
Its hard times on the back streets
Graveyard's one hop and a skip for an O.G.
And if I'm goin out someone's goin wit me
I know that many motherf**ers down with P
Its gonna buck in the process
Motherf**ers gettin clowned in my hood with the ruthless
I give a f** cause I'm sick, I'm the f**in grim reapor
Comin through your hood with a street sweeper
[CHORUS]
Knee deep in yo a** fool
That backstreet graveyard sh** ain't gone never stop
South Central Cartel, motherf**ers for the 90 motherf**in fizzno
Mindless a motherf**ers spineless, and brain dead
I'm co*kin a glock, I'm leavin your blood in your mom's bed
A psycho n***a with the trigger finger itchin for
Another pull another hearse, another funeral
Mom's story had to be a G from the old school
And very stupid motherf**ers tryin to be cool
Put a n***a in his grave
Wrap him up and ship him, over f**in seas, 86ing
You want chuckie motherf**ies can you dodge it?
SC to the C fina ride b**h
OG's whoo ridin little locs causin ruckus
If ya n***az try ta buck us
I figure to clown you motherf**ers cause its simple
Drop his monkey a** like a 4 up in the central
n***az still chillin up at the park pumpin steel
Shootin hoops, crack, yeah the whole f**in deal
Only regulatin no petitious n***az needed
And if you talkin sh**, motherf**er you deleted
You gotta be a G if you're rollin with the real
And homies watch yo a** for the motherf**in k**
n***az gettin clowned yeah f**in with the ruthless
n***az just heartless, straight up menace
Runnin with the glock down your motherf**in block
Pop pop pop now a motherf**ers dropped, b**h
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