South Central Madness Lyrics - South Central Madness - South Central Cartel

[ 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 niggas strollin deep 

Watch your back, I'm about to creep 

It's not Compton, it's South Central like a bitch 

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 fuck 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 shit 

And when I'm grippin the mic or when I flip shit 

[ 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, shit 

Cock the nine and laugh when I blast this shit 

Cause your ass got tossed 

By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss 

Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch 

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 ass melt 

In the Central I roam, I'm close to home 

The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown 

By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke 

Drop the floor on a noose and watch your ass 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 number one ] 

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 fuck about a five-o 

Cause I live on the edge like every nigga 

A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger 

And man, I gat, so I guess I'm a rider 

Bitches 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 want to live, chump, then don't get dramatic 

Cause the jail's got a goddamn mafia 

want to scrap, punk? Ace'll be droppin ya 

When we're done you're gonna be feelin blue 

Sleepin on the floor like a muthafuckin ???? 

Just because you thought you that crazy 

Try to rush hard but your shit 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 number two ] 

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 niggas who think they can step to 

A pretty seditty lady from the city 

Looks are deceiving but my attitude is shitty 

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 bitch-made nigga 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 muthafucka 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 number three ] 

Malibu beaches and everyday sunshine 

Bullshit - my city's full of one-time 

Rollin on a hunt for they favorite toy 

Any gangsta nigga wearin khakis and Curduroys 

House shoes or a pair of Nikeys 

And you talkin 'bout you want to come and sight-see? 

Fool, you better stay where you're at and keep your health 

Cause where I'm from every nigga'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 

Niggas 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 muthafuckas out there don't know how we livin in South Central 

Fuck y'all! 

(Shit, goddamn 

Get off yo ass and jam!) (2x) 

[ uncredited guest rapper number four ] 

Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide 

Weak niggas straight trip when I ride 

Young Westworld trippin on another flow 

And yeah nigga, I still got my .44 

In the front seat tryin to fuck with me? 

And get sprayed, fool, this the S.C. 

In the house, puttin niggas' 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 fuck yo hoe 

Young nigga, don't sweat that 

Cause if you do, Andy Mac get the muthafuckin AK strapped 

On your back with a goddamn 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, bitch trick, when I say so 

Westside, killin up niggaroes