[Havoc]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:

South - Central - Madness

[Prode'je]

Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the ^!$$%s strollin deep

Watch your back, I'm about to creep
It's not Compton, it's South Central like a (*##$
Another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch

If your game is weak, you speak straight punk
If funk jump you're soft and try to punk
Cause I'ma hit you in the face with it

I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you $#&@ with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke and choke and choke
Who croak when the guns smoke, ?broke, you're half-loc'ed?

But I'ma break it down for those who know
Be real when you claim South Central
Cause on the Central tip you get pistol-whipped

And if the pistol slip, you get Uzi-clipped
211's in progress
Here comes the 187 if a sucker tries to fess

Kaos, Gripp, the ringleader is rip %#@!
And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip %#@!


[Havikk]
It's not Compton, what's up punk, it's South Central
A crime wave of gangster-made criminals

Liftin a skit to your dome, I'm relentless, %#@!
@@#! the nine and laugh when I blast this %#@!
Cause your $$# got tossed

By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a (*##$
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke

Cause I provide the funk and it's homicide
Suckers collide with my drum and get hung
Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death

Eat your brain and watch your $$# melt
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, mutha$#&@a, get your head flown

By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose and watch your $$# choke
Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate

Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate
Your damn cranium, punk, who's the baddest?
You can't escape the South Central Madness


[Havoc]
Yo, this is the hype of all hypes

Hype-up track for '92
For South Central
Cold droppin gangsta


[Uncredited guest rapper #1]
Yo, I got a gat, I'm tryin to deal with the Madness

Mexican gangsta, born with a badness
So I drink forties like a wino
And let me get it straight, don't give a $#&@ about a five-o

Cause I live on the edge like every ^!$$%
A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
And man, I gat, so I guess I'm a rider

(*##$es know I'm paid, so I guess that's why they strive for
I sling like the Cartel bang
Scorpio is? but you ain't gonna hang

My AK is fully automatic
If you wanna live, chump, then don't get dramatic
Cause the jail's got a !@#$ mafia

Wanna scrap, punk? Ace'll be droppin ya
When we're done you're gonna be feelin blue
Sleepin on the floor like a mutha$#&@in?

Just because you thought you that crazy
Try to rush hard but your %#@! couldn't phase me
Cause I'm more than a brother that's mental

I'm the one Mexican that roam South Central

[Uncredited guest rapper #2]
A city with so much credential
Livin in Central is strictly all mental

Coincidental, let me tell you what I'm into
Gamin on the ^!$$%s who think they can step to
A pretty seditty lady from the city
Looks are deceiving but my attitude is %#@!ty
And don't try to step to me quick

Cause a 9mm in your mouth I will stick
And make you lookin like a popsicle
Hear the blast, and I see your blood trickle
Yeah, exactly what I figured
A (*##$-made ^!$$% that's scared to pull the trigger

On a lady that's got you feelin smaller
Shorter than short, I'm the lady shot caller
The boss that 24 is dissin
Any mutha$#&@a who think they can fade this
S.C.C. is comin out slayin

It's not a gang when no Uzi is sprayin
A lady that's pullin all the cards
I smoke ya and leave ya dead with your dick on hard

[Uncredited guest rapper #3]
Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine

Bull%#@! - my city's full of one-time
Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy
Any gangsta ^!$$% wearin khakis and Curduroys
House shoes or a pair of Nikeys
And you talkin 'bout you wanna come and sight-see?
Fool, you better stay where you're at and keep your health
Cause where I'm from every ^!$$%'s for hisself

Or his set with the vest and a Tec
So if you've never been here, then channel 7 is your best bet
Me, I was raised in Watts after the riots
So I was taught: see the head, fly it
And one-time, I know they name and they faces
Because I see em on a everyday basis
^!$$%s claim hard cause of a warrant or a bounty

Others try to claim L.A. from Orange County
But ain't even close to claim hard knocks
That's why they dyin of a overdose of buckshots
I can't take it, my mic, somebody grab this
And keep flowin to the South Central Madness

[Havoc]

For all you mutha$#&@as out there don't know how we livin in South Central
$#&@ y'all!

(%#@!, !@#$
Get off yo $$# and jam! ) [x2]

[Uncredited guest rapper #4]

Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
Weak ^!$$%s straight trip when I ride
Young Westworld trippin on another flow
And yeah ^!$$%, I still got my.44
In the front seat tryin to $#&@ with me?
And get sprayed, fool, this the S.C.
In the house, puttin ^!$$%s' heads out

Workin em out, trippin em out without a doubt
And still stuffin big dick in your hoe mouth
Westworld kick a grip on a flow
And yo, right after this I get to $#&@ yo hoe
Young ^!$$%, don't sweat that
Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the mutha$#&@in AK strapped
On your back with a !@#$ slug in your head
Now you know the O.G. meaning of 'dead'
And right after I proved the point
Kick back and smoke a fat joint
Of green funky Indo
Then kick back and let a fine hoe
Suck my dick, (*##$ trick, when I say so
Westside, killin up ^!$$%roes