Havoc Prodeje - Capable of Murder lyrics

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Havoc Prodeje - Capable of Murder lyrics

(HAVOC) Like Shaq Hav and Prod's back for the Tec Still puttin' down on wax Mess up Against any of you busters Flash dance For your a** like Custer You should to trust us Because where we from You gotta be capable of murder (PRODEJE) Dippin' 1-0 way in my E-X-P On my way to pick up Havoc cause he's waiting for me Blue chrome in my stash as I'm mashin' the gas I see a 64 swoop and they fin' to smash Why they trippin' upon Prodeje? Why they bringin' the funk? Hav is parking his Suburban and sh** ready to jump He sees this drama He ain't slippin' cause he packin' his heat I hit the brakes, jump out the truck and make a dash for a trip The '4 dropped - five brothers jumped out They be heated 5 semi-automatics with the aim for the? I hit behind They finna to send me to my maker The one of the brothers know this was the Prod O.G What you're trippin' on homie, Havoc into the set Knowin' good down well it could end up wet They said we took 'em for this buster, we was settin' to k** Or we mistook the homie Prod y'all n***as keep sh** real I said damn 10 seconds from a six feet hole Growin' up in South Central, Loc it's hard on the soul (PRODEJE) Now you're trippin' only gets so far I got the infra-red heater And I'm about to blow sh** down Don't make me act to break your a** like day Don't make a n***a have to spray And make you have a f**ed up day Now you're trippin' only gets so far I got the infra-red heater And I'm about to blow sh** down (PRODEJE) It was Just the close car, Havoc call me we don't sweat 'em Park the 80??? Suburban and we sailin' You have to swoop to Venice cause it's sunday and it's crackin' Stash the two heaters then it's off to do some mackin' He fired up the endo weed I let 'em breath I hit the third roll was startin' to count with my G's When you're broke your homies love you when you paid there tight The playa haters get to trippin' when they enter your sight Hit the beach, parked the big Bird - turned the corner Just see what kinda love we can get in California Gangstas don't dance but we boogie Today my player's more takin' over though my hoodie's at home And it's on Who in it the zone for feelin' somethin' in my bones (What's up baby? Can I take you home?) Five seconds then I pulls her up He gets to trippin' I tell this fool, he gone before it gets his a** whippin' (that's real) A baby father's brother homie So what he run it And just a few seconds I'm about to start gunnin' Havoc tells me get the step in cause this hoe ain't sh** You wanna lose your damn freedom for a broke-a** trick? (hell no) I understand that so I checks this fool and gets the mobbin' And fools got a problem I'm down for problem solver (HAVOC) Like Flavor Flav Mouht Piece has sk** will never demand it Only get back like Denny Menaces Me and my partner Prod Who's ready to seek and destroy To blast to equal four mark Who done f**ed up some sh** And pissed me off Because you thought I was soft But now I will k** your a** at all call (PRODEJE) We got a couple of honeys numbers then we's off for the set On our way to L.C. to laid back for a sec (fool) Havoc told me about some bustas tryin' to rain on this sh** Playa hatin' muthaf**as tryin' to gaffle his grip They hit his crib when he was solo four deep on the proud Tryin' to clean a homie out the situation was foul Four n***as strapped with heaters couldn't handle it G They didn't get a damn thing, yeah you know who you be Make your own money makers all that b**h in his hole We love to catch you on the corner and retail your soul Cause we blast if we have to fools, don't get it twisted You've seen that blue chrome right before you're a** kissin' Can't exist it, you desire for ends, it's gettin' deeper But trippin' on my homie makes me get the street sweeper Where the heat seeker infra-red As I blast only take ten seconds to retail your a**, fool (PRODEJE) Now you're trippin' only gets so far I got the infra-red heater And I'm about to blow sh** down Don't make me act to break your a** like day Don't make a n***a have to spray And make you have a f**ed up day... (HAVOC) Ahahahaha Yes It is me and motherf**in' Prodeje Back in the motherf**in' studio And this is the last motherf**in' song we did done Shine, you get a motherf**in' good job, you know what I'm sayin' I hope this sh** is goin' platinum I wanna give a big shout out to that n***a Bob Who put down them dope platinum track And all the rest of the people who didn't participated 1-Nutt, Young Prod And all of the rest of the muthaf**as who did put down for dope sh** Yeah Truez Neva motherf**ing Stop

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