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[VERSE 1: Prodeje]

You start to sway as the story begins to flow

Another solo, no, but it's another duo

Prodeje hit the map, so zap your back up

Another tale of how a gangsta came up

When I was adolescent my mother tried to school me

But I was wild and acted unruly

So told me, "Yo Prodeje, you could die," but I said, "So?"

Cause sooner or later we all gotta go

I hit the streets and it was on, like Al Capone

I let my khakis hang low when I roam

I come from the heart of South Central

It ain't no joke, and if you choke, it's on the gunsmoke

Now broke as a muthafucka I started to serve

Hangin on the corners gettin on the people's nerves

And when the cops tried to catch me

They don't get shit because a nigga's too slick

I run in an alley and throw my nine in the trees

Jumpin over fences until I couldn't breathe

The other level of walkin the streets

Is way deeper than a nigga bullshittin over beats

The breaks are hard times and county is a pitstop

Before your ass is smoked, another hardknock

Spittin the dope shit, punk, protect yourself

I started with a nine, now I fear for health

I got a .38 scar, reminder of my first slip

I had a job, but see, some niggas still trip

Call me a sucker, but yo, I'm down for some scrappin

I socked one in the head, then the other started cappin

It left the Prodeje scarred for life

Now I'm doin drive-by's and takin niggas' life

It's deeper than death, in the hood it's even deeper still

The cops hate me, they want my cap peeled

Another brother you hate to see

Gettin paid, cause some fear young niggas like me

(Boom-boom-boom on your black ass)

(You want some of this?)

(Then you're a stupid muthafucka)

[VERSE 2: Havikk]

Another flow, nigga move slow or get your ass kicked

Another gangsta with the shit you can't fuck with

I got a heart of steel and a fist of hell

A couple .44, I'm backed by the Cartel

I got a bitch that will kick you in the ass a little

I let the khakis hang low like a criminal

Prodeje said, "Yo Havikk, nigga, kick the real shit

In case a nigga try to ride on your dick"

They call me low-key cause I roam and I pump lead

And put the chrome to the dome of a nigga's head

And then the bodies start to calculate

On the corner I stand with the gees from upstate

The people don't know but I'm a loco

Hey yo, I been on the run for a year in South Central

The five-o's roll, they got my name and age ready, yo

I may be Jonathan, James or ( ? )

I get away, laugh and say fuck em all

Get the spraypaint and strike upon the people's wall

Deep in the Central it's hell, so when you stroll through

Watch your ass, muthafucka, or you die too

The sun don't shine in my city

Cause you get smoked, broked and choked, it's crazy, no joke

Cause I run game and I slang lley

And I pimp hoes and keepin dough with high-priced clothes

My moms didn't know how I was livin

Cause I told lies to keep the tears out her sad brown eyes

I kept a nine handy for a drive-by

In case I had to sing a punk fool a lullaby

Yo, another day, another dead-ass muthafucka

Caught slippin, now he's six feet under

Cause crime don't pay but crime is life, death and pain

So duck low when my nine goes bang

(Boom-boom-boom on your black ass)

(You want some of this?)

(Then you're a stupid motherfucka)