(Intro)
I pledge allegiance to the muthafuckin' streets of South Central
And for the gangsta shit for which it stands
7 criminals under God with a fuckin' AK
For no justice is served
So it's spray-day
'N Gatz We Truss, muthafuckas, hahahaha
(Havoc)
19-19-199 muthafuckin' 3
Yeah, on your muthafuckin' ass, nigga
Takin' 'em to the other muthafuckin' level, nigga
To you, PROD'
(Prodeje)
I'm from a hood where the niggas never fuck around
They kick your muthafuckin' ass if you try to clown
The Cartel got the moves of a muthafuckin' gangsta
So run up and get bankrupt
I tried to flip [?] my last shit
But other brothers started trippin' on my click bitch
And you know I don't play that
Homies doin' drive-bys for the payback
Yeah, you didn't think I knew my shit, yes
You never saw me
And figured I was fakin' on the G-ness
But bring it on and I'mma flip your monkey ass into a coma
With shitty-ass drawers all on ya
Showin' strength in tha '93
Rollin' deep as the figure hoes cock on the one way
Comin' up all rowdy
Slangin' these thangs 'cause the nigga live fouly
Snipin' one time from my roof 'cause I hate parks pigs
On the slap pullin' off hoes' wigs
One time for a O.G
The 87's gettin' down with the S.C
90's, 60's, Grape Streets
East Coast and the block G's, Hoover Crips and the 40's
School Yard, Shotgun, Avalon too
Won't sleep on the S.C.C. crew
And if the D.L.'s, Pueblos and Nic's wanna choose this
The Bounty Hunters and the Ru's, bitch
Wanna rock with the show-no
Let 'em know South Central jumpin' off with a new touch
The Cartel still funky
Kickin' more ass than a pissed-off donkey
All about the truce if you ain't down, nigga, shut the fuck up and listen
And let a true nigga keep pinchin'
Rhymes on the real while you weak-weaks drop like a pebble
We take it to another damn level
(Chorus)
Bring it on, bring it on, we take it to the other level
Bring it on, bring it on, muthafucka
(Havikk)
Locs still rollin' deep, niggaro, so here we go
Crease the khakis, hit the muthafuckin' Figueroa
I'm from a city muthafuckas better bring it on
And mafiatic muthafuckas get they clown on
'Cause that gangsta rhyme has got you goin' in circles
The Grape Street sport purple
Chillin' in the hood with the 90's
The Front Streets, Back Streets and the 30's
Santanas got the shit muthafuckas can't fuck with
So when the Kitchens roll, yo, it's all about truce, bitch
Hoes jock 'cause I'm jockable
Try to ride the Havikkal dick but my dick's not ridable
P.J.'s, 43's don't trip, comin' G cool
Keep a Glock for a dumb fool
The 64's drop low
The Fruit Towns, Villains and the Swans actin Loc'd
Long Beach, Main Street, Raymonds, Inglewood and don't forget Compton
Tragniew done keep stompin'
S.C.C. bail deep, 18's get they mob on
The Broadways don't sleep, holmes
Kelly Park, Lime Hood be down with the real shit
And Tree Top don't play, bitch
And if you figure I'm a so-so
Bring your ass to my hood: 92nd Street and Figueroa
Inglewood's pack Glocks
Swamps gettin' lit on the Compton blocks
99's down for the kill, one time muthafuckers can't creep
83's done put that ass on sleep
The 87 gangstas, the West Coast headbangers
East Side Wall Street slangers
And Jordan Downs wanna rock with my crew
Let's bring the shit together with the red and the blue (Peace)
'Cause Lantana, Atlantic Drivers breakin' niggas off quick, G
They gettin' funky with the S.C
(Chorus) 3x
(Havikk)
Muthafuckin' Rhime Son is here
And I wanna say peace to all the Crips and Bloods all over the muthafuckin' world
(Prodeje)
All you muthafuckas down with the truce
All the Ese's, all the muthafuckin' Cholos down with South Central
(Havoc)
To all you true ass gangstas, stay together
'Cause the S.C.C. has got peace and love for ya
(Havikk)
Yeah, I wanna give a shout to the Front Street, the Back Street
The Bluegate Mafia and the Hustler Nation
Peace out from the Murder Squad
(DJ Gripp)
Straight out
Yo, I wanna give a shout out to all my niggas in the pen
