South Central Cartel - Sowhatusayin lyrics

(feat. Jayo Felony , MC Eiht , Sh'k**a , Spice 1 , Treac) [Havoc] It's a motherf**in shame Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherf**in Paper, some motherf**in b**h or n***a tryin to dis gangsta rap But um, check this sh** out Gangsta rap is here to motherf**in stay All you hoes and b**hes out there tryin to put a bag on this sh**, this sh** is here to motherf**in stay [Havoc] Bailin up outta the cut, I'm breakin em off for this 95 G thang Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off Grabin a f**in tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off Morgify a n***a with the quickness, pissin on brain sites Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light We blow motherf**as, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb sh** Glock co*ked on your block, ready to rock it all time b**h I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can't see me Pump pump that Havoc'll have it crazy motherf**a Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherf**a [Jayo Felony] The original from the block, ready to pop and drop Glock on co*k, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot Hot like rocks, nah f** that, like boilin lava I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC n***a close your eyes cuz you ain't seeing me Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still Pissin in a cup, and I'm not givin a f** It's on, f** Oliver Stone, he made Colors Gettin paid off g**nin, I want my money motherf**a I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption I'm shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet I'm addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes Let's take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc? I met my f**in last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke Pa** me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick Cuz at the end of the world there's gon be gangstas co*kroaches, and sherm sticks [Prodeje] Yeah, headbangas in the house yo You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta sh** You know what I'm sayin? Haha [Hook1:] Step up, step off punk a** n***as I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton Cuz I put my foot up your a** before you pa** gas Or even before you're thikin bout farting [Hook2: x2] So what you saying? So what you saying? I'm lettin my gat bust You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust [Prodeje] Back on that flow, don't you know It's that Prod from that sqaud Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob Metamorphisize from that BG to OG All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me Smokin motherf**as so they bodies are cold I'm kickin up on your a** till you crumble and fold I'm on the creeps on them vouges Droppin 6 to them 4's Makin records, going gold That's my story in Vouge Still try to break me but you're broke As I spoke, loc s**as hate the gunsmoke Act 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 f** [Young Prod?] Five four three two um Here it comes, one more time Pistol whip dump when I'm packin up mine Y'all don't wanna do nothin, I'ma keep on bustin [?] G's need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack I sprayed your a** with a gauge and leave you dazed for days So why must you drive my G flow I swallow your a** up like Cujo And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle Seventeen [?] in your a** like a raffle So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D I be that n***a that k** you for nineteen ninety G [MC Eiht] I takes two to your jaw motherf**a you slip I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip n***a, how'd you figga like a b**h I let you get away Westside, CPT G's that don't play I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt Then I steps back and sits down my f**in cup My n***a Bird got my back when we square off Toe to toe, don't ya know surprise here comes the left blow You get the steel toed boot, to your chin You can't win, oops it splits out your front tooth Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt You get hurt motherf**er cuz we puts in much work You look up to see the barrel of my f**in strap, playa Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night I hit your block cuz I don't care Let the Glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah [Hook2 x2] [Treach] I heard n***as had beef with SCC And he was headed for the airport Landed a** branded way up north From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases Torches porched and piss out the pieces n***a wasn't witty nor f**in worthy Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to Hide in Jersey That was the wrong f**in move, the wrong alley To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali Yes, with the murder, I said it flex West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express Cuz we strike 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! [Sh'k**a] Break yoself, it's Sh'k**a, make way while I spray Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay Nine Glock Glock, ready to pop or stop While those who rank high in might ride on top Retaliation a must when I bust or blast Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask Can't stop me I'm sick and I gives a f** See a n***a slippin, aim my sh** then I bust Break yoself, once again it's on I'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the sh** Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick [Spice 1] n***as playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature Eiht ya got these n***as on the run, so let's go get the guns Takin they sh**, gankin they riches, [?] so a n***a can't sew Up your spot I'm leavin your sh** up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherf**as Can't see me like Ray Charles k** em all, stick an ice pick in your sh** and have ya HAAA! Stabbin up sh** like OJ, shoot em up with the motherf**in AK It's that n***a from the east bay k**in off sh** when the gat spray Motherf**in hustler, f** a busta High billers we makin a n***a fry Let's all die, murder up some n***as call "Can I?" With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw! With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw! [Hook1] [Hook2]