| 199 muthafuckin' 4
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| South Central Cartel is back in the house
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| Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
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| And we straight servin your ass heat
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| Muthafuckas gettin clowned like I said in the 9−1
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| But 94 is in effect if you want some
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| Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it’s on then it’s poppin
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| And only for the real car droppin
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| G shit, nigga through the hood’s in the S-C
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| P da R da O da D da E da J, that is me
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| Comin' short I don’t think so, niggas gotta float style
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| This lil' nigga still loco
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| 8−9's where the hustlers dwell
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| You wanna know where I’m from: S-C Cartel
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| To the Crips and the Bloods, I’m a homie
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| Many niggas talk shit
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| And get banked with the O-E
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| Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L
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| That’s where the real O.G.'s bail
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| Down low in a short Coupe
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| Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited
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| It’s all good when I’m creepin
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| Back street lights on and muthafuckas ain’t sleepin'
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| I know my city so I’m rollin, niggas tried to swang with this
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| But South Central’s kinda dangerous
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| S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit
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| Cartel gonna get my back
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| S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit, fool
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| Run up and I’ma serve you heat
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| Breakin muthafuckas off, nigga for the hoo-ride
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| A true G from the C finna G-slide
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| Strapped cause it’s on if them niggas runnin up play the back in
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| Cause I’ma clown with my Mac-10
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| Big G’s in the hood stay down for a nigga
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| Hoes ride dicks cause we got bigger
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| 90 muthafuckin' 2 street
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| S-C Cartel bailin through the mist, servin much hell
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| Niggas fronted on a nigga in the 93
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| The little loc’s bustin caps for the bigger G
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| Peelin niggas cap quick
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| I let the khakis hang get ripped for the niggas wanna set trip
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| Surely loc’s with the Locs
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| Glock in my drawers fuckin with the old folks
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| Knuckle headed nigga in the hood gettin' lit off the E.T. |
| and O. E
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| Layin in the cut for the police
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| H-A to the V-I double muthafuckin K
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| Creepin on yo' ass with an AK
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| At the park shootin' hoops
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| And finna get my strap on
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| Smokin' niggas cause I’m jail pro
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| Hook
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| I’m from a hood where the real niggas come-up
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| Some gang bang, some slang but I’m dealin in the rap game
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| You try to figure who I run with
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| The S-C to the muthafuckin C, that’s all bitch
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| And in the end I’ma maintain
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| Muthafuckas hittin dips try to main but I’m insane
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| So I wouldn’t trip nigga cause I got a clip
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| For the 9, hanging on my muthafuckin hip
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| You need to kick it in the city with me
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| And Rhyme Son’s peeling caps on the suckers actin shitty with me
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| And muthafuckas still flossin, still tryin to O. G
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| On the slap smokin E. T
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| Hangin on the muthafuckin deuce
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| I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a muthafuckin' small Coupe
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| Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' ass and it’s over
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| And En Vogue couldn’t hold ya
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| Niggas yellin I’ma a 8−7 gangsta
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| Think what you want, I keep one in the chamber
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| A real Cartel nigga
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| Finger on the trigger if you step I’ma put yo' ass in the river
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| Shootin dice in the hood buckin niggas for their last end
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| In a mood to get my blastin
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| Hittin dips cause I’m down with the Crips and the Bloods G
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| And muthafuckas can’t fade me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Servin' 'Em Heat, artist - South Central Cartel. Album song 'N Gatz We Truss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп