Say Goodbye to the Badd Guyz

[ VERSE 1: Prodeje ] Cold in the city, I stroll like a damn fool Smokin your ass on the strip, you're not cool You beat up my homie but didn't kill him, you wish you did Cause this murder rap will leave you dead and rid Of indecision, I got to Uzi to buck it off of a clocker Called up Havoc, he said, "Let's roll on the muthafucka" Put up the four, four niggas with hot heads Gee got the AK and loaded the shit dead It's fucked for the nigga but he didn't know Yo, the Mouthpiece got up and aimed and he ducked low Fool, you wanna dance with the devil? So I'm sendin you home, you better get you a shovel Havikk hit the corner, Luva Gee got the AK We spotted the gang and then we started to spray A nigga spotted the move and said, "Duck!" The dumb fuck is dead I shot him in his goddamn head [ Chorus ] (Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam) (Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy) --] Scarface (Another nigga dead) --] Ice Cube [ VERSE 2: Havikk ] 12 on the nose, I hit a corner with a tense pose Shootin niggas, gettin blood on my damn clothes A nigga slippin on the dark streets I put they ass to sleep and leave they blood on the concrete Yo, I'm from the hood shootin punks from the rooftop Snipin your ass, I'm givin a fuck about a damn cop Leavin notes on your window pane As you step out your door I'm blowin out your brain Fool, my alias Havikk, a damn gee from the dark side A lyrical psycho who laughs in homicide Cause through the night I creep, swarm and terrorize Knock on your door and put a bullet between your eyes Drag your body in a alley As your corpse deteriorates like a damn cavity My piece rolls to unload the reign of terror Dead as fuck, hard as hell, then your brain fails [ Chorus ] [ Havoc ] Yo, this Havoc The Mouthpiece from the S.C.C That was only phase two of a muthafuckin massacre So sit the fuck down because phase three is a muthafucka [ VERSE 3: Prodeje ] It was like the wild west in South Central I jumped out the car and shot a fool in the window The nemesis wrecks this in the premises I mean business and you could be the goddamn witness A nigga will die hard and kill up a few punks The busters will scatter and I stepped on a dead hunk Of flesh, open fire on a goddamn house And three hoes butt-naked try to break out south I shot a bitch in her ass, Rhimeson got her neck Havoc got her in the head, now she shook for a sec Cause they ( ? ) and started to set-trip Prodeje laughed, I said, "Give me a fresh clip" I tell you muthafuckas who to fuck with Niggas let out a pit, I had to blow him to shit It was a mission, a vision of parallelism, we did em And got ghost, but yo, who's next to play close? [ Chorus ]