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South Central Cartel lyrics : "Servin' Em Heat"



199-mutha$#&@in'4: South Central Cartel is back in the house

Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
And we straight servin your $$# heat




Mutha$#&@as gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1

But 94 is in effect if you want some
Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on then it's poppin
And only for the real car droppin

G %#@!, ^!$$% through the hood's in the S-C
P da R da O da D da E da J da
Comin I don't think so, ^!$$%s gotta float style

This lil' ^!$$% still loco
8-9's where the hustlers dwell
You wanna know where I'm from: S-C Cartel

TO the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a homie
Many ^!$$%s talk %#@!
And get banked with the O-E

Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L
That's where the real O.G.'s bail
Down low in a short Coupe

Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited
It's all good when I'm creepin
Back street lights on and mutha$#&@as done slipping

I know my city so I'm rollin, ^!$$%s tried to swang with this
But South Central's kinda dangerous




S-C ^!$$% kickin gangsta %#@!

Cartel gonna get my back
S-C ^!$$% kickin gangsta %#@!, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you heat





Breakin mutha$#&@as off, ^!$$% for the hoo-ride
A true G from the C finna G-slide
Strapped cause it's on if them ^!$$%s runnin up play the back in

Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10
Big G's in the hood stay down for a ^!$$%
Hoes ride dicks cause we got bigger

90 mutha$#&@in 2 street
S-C Cartel bailin through the mist servin much hell
^!$$%s fronted on a ^!$$% in the 93

The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G
Peelin ^!$$%s cap quick
I let the khakis hang get ripped for the ^!$$%s wanna set trip

Surely loc's with the Locs
Glock in my drawers $#&@in with the old folks
Knuckle headed ^!$$% in the hood gettin ???? off the E.T. and O.E

Layin in the cut for the police
H-A to the V-I double mutha$#&@in K
Creepin on yo' $$# with an AK

At the park shootin' hoops
And finna get my strap on
Smokin ^!$$%s cause I'm jail pro







I'm from a hood where the real ^!$$%s come-up

Some gang bang, some slang but I'm dealin in the rap game
You try to figure who I run with
The S-C to the mutha$#&@in C, that's all (*##$

And in the end I'ma maintain
Mutha$#&@as hittin deep try to main but I'm insane
So I wouldn't trip ^!$$% cause I got a clip

For the 9, hanging on my mutha$#&@in hip
You need to kick it in the city with me
And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the suckers actin %#@!ty with me

And mutha$#&@as still flossin, still tryin to O.G.
On the slap smokin E.T.




Hangin on the mutha$#&@in deuce
I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a mutha$#&@in' small Coupe
Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' $$# and it's over
And En Vogue couldn't hold ya
^!$$%s yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta

Thin what you want, I keep one in the chamber
A real Cartel ^!$$%
Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' $$# in the river
Shootin dice in the hood buckin ^!$$%s for their last end
In a mood to get my blastin

Hittin dips cause I'm down with the Crips and THE Bloods G
And mutha$#&@as can't fade me






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