Gang Stories lyrics

[Verse 1: Prode'je]
Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket
A n*gga's knocked it and I f*cked him like socket
Cleared his f*ckin ass, cause I never play the last place
So now he's walkin with the muthaf*ckin gas face
That's right, I'm burnin muthaf*ckas like a arsonist
I have you walkin like a crippled and retarded b*tch
I never f*ck around when I'm with a team of f*ckin gangsters
Westcoast freestyle bangsters
Kickin a foot up in yo ass like Pele
And prosecute like the muthaf*ckin D.A
I'm rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees
And hittin the chips on the undercover p-i-g's
I'm givin a f*ck about naythin, muthaf*cka Satan
Cause I'm the only n*gga crematin
Fool, the Prod came out heartless
Gang related, don't be anohter n*gga on my sh*tlist

[Chorus]
I don't waste a minute, muthaf*ckas I be smokin
(I got another gang story to tell, peep)
Sometimes I walk around strapped, n*gga
(I got another gang story to tell, peep) MC Eiht

[Verse 2: Tre-Duce]
Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn't know
Though you got a grip you're gettin dropped like a sixty-fo'
I put my foot up in your ass so far
I'm leavin prints on your neckline, signed 'Mr. Bogart'
Another victim of society
Why did you lie to me?
So I gotta use my strap daily
And take you muthaf*ckas out
It coulda been prevented, but the n*ggas was sho' from the sto'
A.K.-47 ways to heaven
I took em for a 211
And left his ass with 187
Just a another n*gga dead and gone
He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam
I roll the streets with a murder rep
I'm known for kickin hoes and n*ggas' necks and causin istant death
Young n*ggas goin in and comin out winnin
The gang story that a n*gga's tellin
[Chorus]

[Havoc The Mouthpiece]
South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world
Where n*ggas 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 Rhimeson]
Back up in the hood, oh yes, I'm back
I'm leavin your f*ckin skull marinated in the heat as I creep
I'm stickin my shoe up in your ass so far
My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you're lyin in the f*ckin morgue
I gives a f*ck when I creep
I told you I was evil as a n*gga when I'm lyin by the devil 'sleep
I let the slugs fly quick
The Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on sh*t
I'm from the depths down below, the groundward
The graveyard, rockin you n*ggas, cause I'm that hard
Rhimeson causin havoc for the underground
You f*ck around, you lay around, and yo, you hang around
I'm puttin n*ggas on graveshift
The Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, b*tch
The hardest n*gga with a g slang
'94, here we go, muthaf*ckas, it's a g thang
[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Big Mike]
Just another muthaf*cka who got tore down
Came home and beat his ho down
Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown
Low down, but now his little brother's stuck on payback
Rollin through the hood, and them little n*ggas stay strapped
What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless
Usin one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this
Cause he's down with some down-ass n*ggas from around the way
It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep, and they down to play
Anything you hoes wanna do
(Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool)
Four young n*ggas ready to f*ck your cap up
Left three n*ggas dead, and you thought they wouldn't act up?
Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo'
Started some sh*t, and now they got everybody at each other's throats
Kinda f*cked up, but that's the way it be
These n*ggas don't be playin on these muthaf*ckin streets

[Chorus]