Do It S.C. Style lyrics

(Havoc)
First S.C.C. came at your ass with 'South Central Madness'
Some of them muthaf*ckas didn't wanna give us our side respect
Now S.C.C. doing they sh*t South Central style

(Havikk the Rhime Son)
Biggedy-bang!
I let your f*ckin' brain hit the concrete
And jiggedy-jock your f*ckin' ass into dog meat
South Central Cartel gives a f*ck so it's mayhem
A laceration of your ass limp
7 bold muthaf*ckas with a G-swing
A G-thang on your ass like a dawg, mayn
Playback n*gga, chalk that
Get your ass rat-packed
With Glock lead in your nut sacks
I'm Hoo-ridin' like Tyson, I guess it's on
To break a muthaf*ckin' bone straight cross your dome
n*ggas thought I was a no-no, a f*ckin' so-so
Tryna float, oh no, you better duck, loc
Hoes jock real n*ggas, I guess they figure
Real n*ggas take notes, sh*t, get the picture?
'93 is the terror year, call in a paul-bearer
I'm khaki-suited and your b*tch is tearin'
Put your ass in a skillet
Peel your f*ckin' cap back
Pull out my di*k and p*ss all in it
I got a scope that'll buck a muthaf*cka from a mile, b*tch
And I do it South Central style
(Chorus) 2x
Do it S.C
Do it S.C
Muthaf*cka, do it South Central style (Muthaf*cka)

(Prodeje)
Breakin' muthaf*ckas off quicker
S.C.'s back, b*tch
But now it's time to paint another picture
I'm killin' a n*gga with my Nina
Buck to your damn dome
I told you muthaf*ckas 'Bring it on!'
'Cause real n*ggas ain't sleepin'
And O.G.'s don't die and only poo-butt muthaf*ckas cry
The other level of a Die Hard
Duckin' the buckshots, and pull them muthaf*ckas like a Hoe-card
Played pus*y, get f*cked up
Knocked out in a hood where my homeboys roll tough
Weak n*ggas can't fade this
A born killer, the sh*t you be seein' in a thriller
But 'Chucky' won't die, 'Chucky' won't die, b*tch ('Chucky' won't die)
I find a punk muthaf*cka and I kill him
And while you die I survive
Then creep on another hoe
And drop his ass like a '64
It's just a G thang, n*ggas straight street thang
You either hang with a gang or you dope slang
Ben Davis on my ass, pigtails and a nine, G
That's how I do it in the S.C
[(Chorus) 2x]

(L.V. speakin')

(Havikk the Rhime Son)
We do it like a G 'cause we're Loc'd
And n*gga's outta line
Allow me to get they punk-ass smoked
I give 'em the backs 'cause it's like this
In '93 I'm breakin' the n*ggas off with a new twist
The Cartel ain't for bustas
Stinky c*ck b*tches
Who only want a n*gga for the riches
Only the real know the deal
So the real n*ggas stay down
And let the punk n*ggas get clowned
The county blues never stop sh*t
Eastside Hoo-ridin' mutahf*ckas unload clips
Rat-a-tat, muthaf*ck 'em
I can't wait to crush 'em
A G on a set, Prod, buck 'em
Put a n*gga deep in a hole where it's cold as a freezer
And body bag the muthaf*ckin' geezer
Yeah, I told you stupid muthaf*ckas I was rollin'
I'm on your ass like a cancer on a colon
Put n*ggas in a meat wagon
My pants keep saggin'
187 on the Grand Dragon
Khakied up with my fingers on the muthaf*ckin' trigger
I do it S.C. style, n*gga
[(Chorus) 2x]