(verse 1: Prode’je) Another soldier from the Central with the .80 in my pocket The niggaz knocked and I buck em like a socket Played his fuckin ass cause I never play the last place So now he’s walkin with the mothafuckin gas fate That’s why I’m burnin mothafuckers like a arsonist I have you walkin like a cripple and retarded bitch I never fuck around when I’m with a team of fuckin gangstas West Coast freestyle bankstas Kickin a foot up in yo ass like Pele And prosecutin like a mothafuckin DA I’m rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of G’s And hittin the dips on the undercover p-i-g-s I’m givin a fuck about Nathan Mothafuck Satan, cause I’m the only nigga crematin fools The Prod came out heartless Gang-related, don’t be another nigga on my shit
Chorus:
I don’t waste a minute mothafuckas I be smokin (I got another gang story to tell ya) Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga (I got another gang story to tell ya)
(verse 2: Havikk the Rhyme Son)
Back up in the hood I thought you knew of course you didn’t know Told you got a grip yo dick you drop like a sixty-fo I put my foot up in yo ass so far I’m leavin prints on yo kneck line signed it’s the broke guard Another victim of society Why did you lie to me? So I gotta use my strap daily And take you mothafuckas out It could have been prevented but the niggaz would show from the stow AK-47 ways to heaven, I took him for a 211, and left his ass with 187 Just another nigga dead and gone He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold prong I roll the streets with the murder rep I’m known for takin hoes and niggaz (??) instant death Young niggaz goin in, and comin out winnin The gang story that a nigga’s tellin
(repeat chorus twice)
Interlude (Prode’je):
South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world, where niggaz walk around Strapped daily, and won’t hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute. Take it from The Mouthpiece: this is just another gang story.
(verse 3: Havikk the Rhyme Son)
Back up in the hood, oh yes, I’m back I’m leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as I creep I’m stickin my shoe up in yo ass so far My shoe scream(?) look like embroil(?) as your lyin in the fuckin morgue I gives a fuck when I creep I told you I was evil as a nigga when I’m lyin by the Devil’s sleep I let the slugs fly quick The tech 22 was in yo ass like flyes on shit I’m from the gaps down below The ground boy, the graveyard, rockin you niggaz cause I’m that hard Rhyme Son causin Havikk for the underground You fuck around, you lye around and yo, you hang around I’m puttin niggaz on gray shift The Glock 9 plays connect the dots off in yo ass, bitch The hardest nigga with a G slang Ninety Fo, here we go, mothafuckas it’s a G thang
(chorus)
(verse 4: Big Mike)
Just another motherfucker who got toed out, came home and beat his ho down Four shots at the police and lost his show down Low down, but now his little brother’s stuck on payback Rollin through the hood and the little nigga stay strapped What can I say, Black? BG is heartless Use it one time as targets, I warned you not to start this Cause he’s down with some down ass niggaz from around the way It be that way, they got they nuts off four deep and they down the play Anything you hoes wanna do (we’ll bust a right at the light, come back and run that corner fool) Four young niggaz, read to fuck your cap up Left three niggaz dead and you thought they wouldn’t act up Cause it’s a sack up and wipe the blood up of the floor Started some shit and now they got everybody at each other’s throats Kinda fucked up but that’s the way it be These niggaz don’t be playin on these mothafuckin Streets
I donґt waste a minute mothafuckas I be smokin I got another gang story to tell ya (yeah) Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga I got another gang story to tell ya
(chorus)
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