South Central Cartel Servin Em Heat Lyrics

Servin 'em HeatHAVOC:

199-m____fuckin'4: South Central Cartel is back in the house
Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
And we straight servin your a__ heat

PRODEJE:

m____fuckas gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1
But 94 is in effect if you want some
Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on then it's poppin
And only for the real car droppin
G s___, n____ through the hood's in the S-C
P da R da O da D da E da J da ??????
Comin ???? I don't think so, n____s gotta float style
This lil' n____ still loco
8-9's where the hustlers dwell
You wanna know where I'm from: S-C Cartel
TO the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a homie
Many n____s talk s___
And get banked with the O-E
Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L
That's where the real O.G.'s bail
Down low in a short Coupe
Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited
It's all good when I'm creepin
Back street lights on and m____fuckas done slipping
I know my city so I'm rollin, n____s tried to swang with this
But South Central's kinda dangerous

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S-C n____ kickin gangsta s___
Cartel gonna get my back
S-C n____ kickin gangsta s___, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you heat

HAVIKK:

Breakin m____fuckas off, n____ for the hoo-ride
A true G from the C finna G-slide
Strapped cause it's on if them n____s runnin up play the back in
Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10
Big G's in the hood stay down for a n____
Hoes ride d___s cause we got bigger
90 m____fuckin 2 street
S-C Cartel bailin through the mist servin much hell
n____s fronted on a n____ in the 93
The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G

Peelin n____s cap quick
I let the khakis hang get ripped for the n____s wanna set trip
Surely loc's with the Locs
Glock in my drawers f___in with the old folks
Knuckle headed n____ in the hood gettin ???? off the E.T. and O.E
Layin in the cut for the police
H-A to the V-I double m____fuckin K
Creepin on yo' a__ with an AK
At the park shootin' hoops
And finna get my strap on
Smokin n____s cause I'm jail pro

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PRODEJE:

I'm from a hood where the real n____s come-up
Some gang bang, some slang but I'm dealin in the rap game
You try to figure who I run with
The S-C to the m____fuckin C, that's all bit*h
And in the end I'ma maintain
m____fuckas hittin deep try to main but I'm insane
So I wouldn't trip n____ cause I got a clip
For the 9, hanging on my m____fuckin hip
You need to kick it in the city with me
And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the suckers actin s___ty with me
And m____fuckas still flossin, still tryin to O.G.
On the slap smokin E.T.

HAVIKK:

Hangin on the m____fuckin deuce
I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a m____fuckin' small Coupe
Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' a__ and it's over
And En Vogue couldn't hold ya
n____s yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta
Thin what you want, I keep one in the chamber
A real Cartel n____
Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' a__ in the river
Shootin dice in the hood buckin n____s for their last end
In a mood to get my blastin
Hittin dips cause I'm down with the Crips and THE Bloods G
And m____fuckas can't fade me

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Servin 'em Heat