SOUTH CENTRAL CARTEL - Sowhatusayin lyrics

(feat. Jayo Felony , MC Eiht , Sh'killa , Spice 1 , Treac)


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.


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 snatchin your neck off

Grabin a fuckin 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, leavin you headless motherfucka

[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 boilin 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 cuz 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

Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka

I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off

Housin 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 cigaretes

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


Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.

You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta shit.

You know what I'm sayin? Haha


Step up, step off punk ass niggas

I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton

Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas

Or even before you're thikin bout farting

[Hook2: x2]

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


Back on that flow, don't you know

It's that Prod from that sqaud

Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob

Metamorphisize 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

[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

[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 cuz 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 cuz I don't care

Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah

[Hook2 x2]


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 nine releases

Torches porched and piss out the pieces

Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin worthy

Cuz 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

Cuz 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!


Break yoself, 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 yoself, once again it's on

I'm takin 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

[Spice 1]

Niggas playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature

Eiht ya 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 ya HAAA!

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, murder up some niggas call "Can I?"

With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!

With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw!



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