[Havoc]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness
[Prode'je]
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the n***as strollin deep
Watch your back, I'm about to creep
It's not Compton, it's South Central like a b**h
Another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch
If your game is weak, you speak straight punk
If funk jump you're soft and try to punk
Cause I'ma hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you f** with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke and choke and choke
Who croak when the guns smoke,?broke, you're half-loc'ed?
But I'ma break it down for those who know
Be real when you claim South Central
Cause on the Central tip you get pistol-whipped
And if the pistol slip, you get Uzi-clipped
211's in progress
Here comes the 187 if a s**er tries to fess
Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip sh**
And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip sh**
[Havikk]
It's not Compton, what's up punk, it's South Central
A crime wave of gangster-made criminals
Liftin a skit to your dome, I'm relentless, sh**
co*k the nine and laugh when I blast this sh**
Cause your a** got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a b**h
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide the funk and it's homicide
s**ers collide with my drum and get hung
Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of d**h
Eat your brain and watch your a** melt
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthaf**a, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose and watch your a** choke
Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate
Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate
Your damn cranium, punk, who's the baddest?
You can't escape the South Central Madness
[Havoc]
Yo, this is the hype of all hypes
Hype-up track for '92
For South Central
Cold droppin gangsta
[uncredited guest rapper #1]
Yo, I got a gat, I'm tryin to deal with the Madness
Mexican gangsta, born with a badness
So I drink forties like a wino
And let me get it straight, don't give a f** about a five-o
Cause I live on the edge like every n***a
A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
And man, I gat, so I guess I'm a rider
b**hes know I'm paid, so I guess that's why they strive for
I sling like the Cartel bang
Scorpio is???? but you ain't gonna hang
My AK is fully automatic
If you wanna live, chump, then don't get dramatic
Cause the jail's got a goddamn mafia
Wanna scrap, punk? Ace'll be droppin ya
When we're done you're gonna be feelin blue
Sleepin on the floor like a muthaf**in????
Just because you thought you that crazy
Try to rush hard but your sh** couldn't phase me
Cause I'm more than a brother that's mental
I'm the one Mexican that roam South Central
[uncredited guest rapper #2]
A city with so much credential
Livin in Central is strictly all mental
Coincidental, let me tell you what I'm into
Gamin on the n***as who think they can step to
A pretty seditty lady from the city
Looks are deceiving but my attitude is sh**ty
And don't try to step to me quick
Cause a 9mm in your mouth I will stick
And make you lookin like a popsicle
Hear the blast, and I see your blood trickle
Yeah, exactly what I figured
A b**h-made n***a that's scared to pull the trigger
On a lady that's got you feelin smaller
Shorter than short, I'm the lady shot caller
The boss that 24 is dissin
Any muthaf**a who think they can fade this
S.C.C. is comin out slayin
It's not a gang when no Uzi is sprayin
A lady that's pullin all the cards
I smoke ya and leave ya dead with your dick on hard
[uncredited guest rapper #3]
Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine
Bullsh** - my city's full of one-time
Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy
Any gangsta n***a wearin khakis and Curduroys
House shoes or a pair of Nikeys
And you talkin 'bout you wanna come and sight-see?
Fool, you better stay where you're at and keep your health
Cause where I'm from every n***a's for hisself
Or his set with the vest and a Tec
So if you've never been here, then channel 7 is your best bet
Me, I was raised in Watts after the riots
So I was taught: see the head, fly it
And one-time, I know they name and they faces
Because I see em on a everyday basis
n***as claim hard cause of a warrant or a bounty
Others try to claim L.A. from Orange County
But ain't even close to claim hard knocks
That's why they dyin of a overdose of buckshots
I can't take it, my mic, somebody grab this
And keep flowin to the South Central Madness
[Havoc]
For all you muthaf**as out there don't know how we livin in South Central
f** y'all!
(sh**, goddamn
Get off yo a** and jam!) [x2]
[uncredited guest rapper #4]
Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
Weak n***as straight trip when I ride
Young Westworld trippin on another flow
And yeah n***a, I still got my .44
In the front seat tryin to f** with me?
And get sprayed, fool, this the S.C.
In the house, puttin n***as' heads out
Workin em out, trippin em out without a doubt
And still stuffin big dick in your hoe mouth
Westworld kick a grip on a flow
And yo, right after this I get to f** yo hoe
Young n***a, don't sweat that
Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the muthaf**in AK strapped
On your back with a goddamn slug in your head
Now you know the O.G. meaning of 'dead'
And right after I proved the point
Kick back and smoke a fat joint
Of green funky Indo
Then kick back and let a fine hoe
s** my dick, b**h trick, when I say so
Westside, k**in up n***aroes