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  • Текст песни South Central Cartel ft. Big Mike - Gang Stories

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    f/ 3-2, Big Mike

    [ VERSE 1: Prode'je ]
    Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket
    A nigga's knocked it and I fucked him like socket
    Cleared his fuckin ass, cause I never play the last place
    So now he's walkin with the muthafuckin gas face
    That's right, I'm burnin muthafuckas like a arsonist
    I have you walkin like a crippled and retarted bitch
    I never fuck around when I'm with a team of fuckin gangsters
    Westcoast freestyle bangsters
    Kickin a foot up in yo ass like Pele
    And prosecute like the muthafuckin D.A.
    I'm rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees
    And hittin the chips on the undercover p-i-g's
    I'm givin a fuck about naythin, muthafucka Satan
    Cause I'm the only nigga crematin
    Fool, the Prod came out heartless
    Gang related, don't be anohter nigga on my shitlist

    [ CHORUS ]
    I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin
    (I got another gang story to tell, peep)
    Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
    (I got another gang story to tell, peep) --> MC Eiht

    [ VERSE 2: Tre-Duce ]
    Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn't know
    Though you got a grip you're gettin dropped like a sixty-fo'
    I put my foot up in your ass so far
    I'm leavin prints on your neckline, signed 'Mr. Bogart'
    Another victim of society
    Why did you lie to me?
    So I gotta use my strap daily
    And take you muthafuckas out
    It coulda been prevented, but the niggas was sho' from the sto'
    A.K.-47 ways to heaven
    I took em for a 211
    And left his ass with 187
    Just a another nigga dead and gone
    He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam
    I roll the streets with a murder rep
    I'm known for kickin hoes and niggas' necks and causin istant death
    Young niggas goin in and comin out winnin
    The gang story that a nigga's tellin

    [ CHORUS ]

    [ Havoc The Mouthpiece ]
    South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world
    Where niggas walk around strapped daily
    And won't hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute
    Take it from the Mouthpiece
    This is just another Gang Story

    [ VERSE 3: Havikk The Rhimeson ]
    Back up in the hood, oh yes, I'm back
    I'm leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as I creep
    I'm stickin my shoe up in your ass so far
    My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you're lyin in the fuckin morgue
    I gives a fuck when I creep
    I told you I was evil as a nigga when I'm lyin by the devil 'sleep
    I let the slugs fly quick
    The Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shit
    I'm from the dephts down below, the groundward
    The graveyard, rockin you niggas, cause I'm that hard
    Rhimeson casuin havoc for the underground
    You fuck around, you lay around, and yo, you hang around
    I'm puttin niggas on graveshift
    The Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitch
    The hardest nigga with a g slang
    '94, here we go, muthafuckas, it's a g thang

    [ CHORUS ]

    [ VERSE 4: Big Mike ]
    Just another muthafucka who got tore down
    Came home and beat his hoe down
    Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown
    Low down, but now his little brother's stuck on payback
    Rollin through the hood, and them little niggas stay strapped
    What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless
    Usin one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this
    Cause he's down with some down-ass niggas from around the way
    It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep, and they down to play
    Anything you hoes wanna do
    (Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool)
    Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap up
    Left three niggas dead, and you thought they wouldn't act up?
    Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo'
    Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other's throats
    Kinda fucked up, but that's the way it
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