Lyrics

[Havoc] It's a motherfuckin' shame Everytime I look at the goddamn news Or read a motherfuckin' paper Some motherfuckin' bitch or nigga tryin' to dis gangsta rap But um, check this shit out Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin' stay All you hoes and bitches out there tryin' to put a bag on this shit This shit is here to motherfuckin' 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 snatching your neck off Grabin' a fucking tech, lettin' this bit takin' your chest off Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin' on brain sites Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light We blow motherfuckas, kickin' up dust, droppin' that bomb shit Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time bitch 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 motherfucka Bewitched and brain dead Leaving you headless motherfucka [Verse 2: Jayo Felony] The original from the block, ready to pop and drop Glock on cock, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boiling 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 Nigga close your eyes 'cause you ain't seeing me Five eight, seven fifteen Bullet Loco still Pissin' in a cup and I'm not givin' a fuck It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors Getting paid off gangbangin', I want my money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housing 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 cigarettes Let's take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc? I met my fuckin' last smoke, leavin' these bustas dead broke Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick 'Cuz at the end of the world there's gon' be gangstas Cockroaches, and sherm sticks [Bridge: Prodeje] Yeah, headbangas in the house yo You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta shit You know what I'm sayin'? Haha [Hook] Step up, step off punk ass niggas I flow real soft Soft as medicated cotton 'Cause I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas Or even before you're thinking 'bout farting 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 [Verse 3: Prodeje] Back on that flow, don't you know It's that Prod from that squad Kicking up in that dust as I bust as I mob Metamorphosize from that BG to OG All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me Smokin' motherfuckas so they bodies are cold I'm kickin' up on your ass 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 Suckas 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 fuck [Verse 4: 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 ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days So why must you drive my G flow I swallow your ass up like Cujo And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle Seventeen [?] in your ass like a raffle So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G [Verse 5: MC Eiht] I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip Nigga How'd you figga like a bitch 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 fuckin' cup My nigga 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 motherfucker 'cause we puts in much work You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin' strap, playa Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night I hit your block 'cause I don't care Let the Glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah [Hook] [Verse 6: Treach] I heard niggas had beef with SCC And he was headed for the airport Landed ass branded way up north From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with Tech n9ne releases Torches porched and piss out the pieces Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin' worthy 'Cause he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to hide in Jersey That was the wrong fuckin' 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 'Cause 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! [Verse 7: Sh'Killa] Break yo'self, it's Sh'Killa, 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 fuck See a nigga slippin', aim my shit then I bust Break yourself, once again it's on I'm taking all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick [Verse 8: Spice 1] Niggas playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature Eigt, you got these niggas on the run, so let's go get the guns Takin' they shit, gankin' they riches, [?] so a nigga can't sew Up your spot I'm leavin' your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas Can't see me like Ray Charles Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have you Stabbin' up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin' AK It's that nigga from the east bay Killin' off shit when the gat spray Motherfuckin' hustler, fuck a busta High billers we makin' a nigga fry Let's all die, I murdered up some niggas Karl Kani With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blow blow! With the infrared up on them throats, man go blow blow! [Hook]