[VERSE 1: Prodeje]
You start to sway as the story begins to flow
Another solo, no, but it's another duo
Prodeje hit the map, so zap your back up
Another tale of how a gangsta came up
When I was adolescent my mother tried to school me
But I was wild and acted unruly
So told me, "Yo Prodeje, you could die," but I said, "So?"
Cause sooner or later we all gotta go
I hit the streets and it was on, like Al Capone
I let my khakis hang low when I roam
I come from the heart of South Central
It ain't no joke, and if you choke, it's on the gunsmoke
Now broke as a muthaf**a I started to serve
Hangin on the corners gettin on the people's nerves
And when the cops tried to catch me
They don't get sh** because a n***a's too slick
I run in an alley and throw my nine in the trees
Jumpin over fences until I couldn't breathe
The other level of walkin the streets
Is way deeper than a n***a bullsh**tin over beats
The breaks are hard times and county is a pitstop
Before your a** is smoked, another hardknock
Spittin the dope sh**, punk, protect yourself
I started with a nine, now I fear for health
I got a .38 scar, reminder of my first slip
I had a job, but see, some n***as still trip
Call me a s**er, but yo, I'm down for some scrappin
I socked one in the head, then the other started cappin
It left the Prodeje scarred for life
Now I'm doin drive-by's and takin n***as' life
It's deeper than d**h, in the hood it's even deeper still
The cops hate me, they want my cap peeled
Another brother you hate to see
Gettin paid, cause some fear young n***as like me
(Boom-boom-boom on your black a**)
(You want some of this?)
(Then you're a stupid muthaf**a)
[VERSE 2: Havikk]
Another flow, n***a move slow or get your a** kicked
Another gangsta with the sh** you can't f** with
I got a heart of steel and a fist of hell
A couple .44, I'm backed by the Cartel
I got a b**h that will kick you in the a** a little
I let the khakis hang low like a criminal
Prodeje said, "Yo Havikk, n***a, kick the real sh**
In case a n***a try to ride on your dick"
They call me low-key cause I roam and I pump lead
And put the chrome to the dome of a n***a's head
And then the bodies start to calculate
On the corner I stand with the gees from upstate
The people don't know but I'm a loco
Hey yo, I been on the run for a year in South Central
The five-o's roll, they got my name and age ready, yo
I may be Jonathan, James or (? )
I get away, laugh and say f** em all
Get the spraypaint and strike upon the people's wall
Deep in the Central it's hell, so when you stroll through
Watch your a**, muthaf**a, or you die too
The sun don't shine in my city
Cause you get smoked, broked and choked, it's crazy, no joke
Cause I run game and I slang lley
And I pimp hoes and keepin dough with high-priced clothes
My moms didn't know how I was livin
Cause I told lies to keep the tears out her sad brown eyes
I kept a nine handy for a drive-by
In case I had to sing a punk fool a lullaby
Yo, another day, another dead-a** muthaf**a
Caught slippin, now he's six feet under
Cause crime don't pay but crime is life, d**h and pain
So duck low when my nine goes bang
(Boom-boom-boom on your black a**)
(You want some of this?)
(Then you're a stupid muthaf**a)