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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 muthafucka)