HAVOC:
Oh man, where my keys at man?
I can`t find my keys
We`re havin a problem with these old bustas out in the Central
Oh, here they go
Let`s roll
YOUNG PROD:
Bow to the wow yippie-yo into the yeain
I can swing my sack really though I ain`t playin
It`s Young Prod with the S.C.C.
Breakin `em off like a G.E. from the S.C. flee
(We`re on a mission this is how we do it
Grey 6-4 on gold D`s we them bluest)
Partner been crossed slippin in the hood where it`s good
All good for me cause I got him for a G
(It`s that fool with the chrome .9 Beretta)
(9-3 jetter - I.O.U. letter)
I don`t give a mother-mad (huh) like a 17 switches
Gettin riches and gettin rid of bitches
Prod what you hittin for
(Two Tec-9`s a safe full of money and a life of hard times)
Trigga-happy-pappy yo it`s me
So never fade the better from a young-ass G
Oh, here I come as I swing with the gangstas
Suckas step up and he slip when I bank ya
The homie don`t try to fade
If you can`t hang with a young-ass G
From the hood where the yay` slangs flee
Rollin down the block
Rollin non-stop
Rollin in my `64 and I keep it drop...
Mobbin` down the block with the Glock
Got the 16 shots for the crooked-ass cop
Gots to be a true G see me later as I creep
Mausberg pump (jump) I put that ass on sleep
So tippy-tippy-toe as I float through the hood in my 4
Job-top-D`s punk please (oh no)
G slidin` down tha block with the Glock cocked
Feelin` bigger picture Rhimeson droppin non-stop
Hits for the streets as I groove like a G
Hollow point tips in the cut playin` low key
You got the (1-2-3) for the set
Bend that ass over I`ma stuff it with the jet
Yeah, I hang around like herpes and tricks wanna slurp me
The Glock 10 is puttin in work G
Havikk from the C be a G with this N-U-T`s
Hangin strong like a tree
Fool, so flee from, it`s a C thang a G thang
Chronic all day (AK) goin insane
Droppin punks in the mud make his blood die the rug
In the hood where it`s good cause I gets love
Chorus...
HAVOC:
Yeah this is how the S.C.C. do they shit
In the `94
Yeah, `In-Gatz-We-Trust-Style` on your ass
Murder Squad 4 life, fools
PRODEJE:
Break `em off quicker with the trigger
Throw `em in the river
Dip thru the hood while you figure
Why must I be like this
Is it cause I`m ruthless
Naw, gotta show `em how I do this
Up in the mornin
Everybody sleep
While you countin sheep Prodeje is on the creep
Because I got the fever for the flavour
I got to get my wage to keep my car phone and my pager
I`m hittin` licks on the backstreets
Gotta get some gold thangs cause I wanna get fat freaks
Not the fat like a fat but the fat like a popper
That take ya to the `tel for the popper
In the hood`s where it`s good
Let`s make it understood I love the damned hood like my wood
G`s hangin long like my family jewels
On the corners with the Ides mad-doggin the fools
Yeah, that gangsta rhyme has got me goin in circles
So you should be awakin like hearshal
It ain`t nuthin goin on but the buck life bang
But in the hood`s where the G`s hang
Chorus...
L.V.
`S.C.THANG`, IT AIN`T THE SAME THANG
