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 don´t 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