South Central Cartel - Drive Bye Homicide текст песни

Текст песни Drive Bye Homicide - South Central Cartel



Yo this is Gripp, wassup?
Yeah this is the mouthpiece,
Some punkass niggas tried to dump on me man
But I ain't going out like that, call up the Cartel, get the shit
And let's roll
Now here we go (Now here we go)
Chillin' in the hood, chillin' on the set
Five-O's roll flashing lights and the homeboy's jet
Niggas ain't sleepin, cuz' everyone's an enemy
And fo'-fo's in the six-fo' chevy
Brothers knuckled up in the day
But now we don't scrap yo we strap nine-mills, AK
47s and intricate shit to serve funerals
The motherfuckin' OGs play generals
Tell the little Locs cap a bitch
Lead in your head where you couldn't get a stitch
Cats hittin' concrete, brains hittin' walls
Nuts goin' pop and the blood's in your draws
Right I'll kill a punk if the punk's sweatin' me
Capable of death wish drive Prodeje
Riggy-Rhimeson put a buck in the duck
Miggy-Mouthpiece how the livin'? Boom!
Shit outta luck (Yeah)
Buck a sucker buck a motherfucker buck 'em up
Niggas hit the corner trynna smoke me over what?
I'd rather just scrap but the gat's what I'm livin' by
So when they sweat me I commit another homicide
It'll be, a driveby homicide
I'm a nigga gotta live by the trigga'
City under siege motherfucker, my hood is on lockdown
A nigga dead (buck buck) face down, clown
Oh yo fuck no ho ho nigga,
Chop chop, I'm on the block with a nine-Glock
One-time's got beef G
Mary had a lamb, goddamn
But Havoc had an uzi
SC load clips, lead in your ass as the AK rips
Domes get split motherfuckers wanna G
On Miggy-Mouthpiece, Rhimeson and Prodeje
Morgue-bound niggas lie stiff in the street
Nine goes pop niggas hit the concrete
Niggas die quick, die young, get hung
Styles like pussy, one taste and you're sprung
A one mile scope on your dome and it's flew
Wrapped up box mailed home to your crew
Smoke a motherfucker tryedta G, Give it up
Niggas try to smoke Prodeje, Give it up
Cartel roll straight deep, when it's time for a whoride
So when you sweat me I commit another homicide
It'll be, a driveby homicide
I'm a nigga gotta live by the trigga'
Break a nigga down to a compound
Slit his fucking skull live his brains on the grid now
Fuck one-time cuz the crime is on me
A dead motherfucker can't walk (talk) so his ass sleep
Nice screams (ha being) niggas dead on the corner
Five-Os laugh he's a goner
Now we lead in your ass with a blast motherfucker
Buck buck buck, yeah sucker
Two to the one to the one
A nigga with a gun in the hood so the five-Os come come
Code red code blue 187 on a niggero
Blood spills on a figgero
So I creep out the mist
But niggas wanna diss this
But Havoc's feared like syphilis
Prodeje's a felon no joke
So i smoke him
Discombobulate him with a one blow
Choke him
Break a nigga off cuz he soft as a jimmy
Elevate that ass leave a cast punk try me
Glock goes buck and the AK rips so
Smoke clears, dead bodies lay, presto
It'll be, a driveby homicide
I'm a nigga gotta live by the trigga



Авторы: Grace Cook, G. Clinton Jr., Eric T. Sadler, Austin Patterson, Perry Rayson, Brian K. West, Cary Calvin, O'shea Jakson


South Central Cartel - 'N Gatz We Truss
Альбом 'N Gatz We Truss
дата релиза
01-01-1994




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