Servin' Em Heat Lyrics

[HAVOC:]

199-muthaf*ckin'4: South Central Cartel is back in the house
Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
And we straight servin your ass heat

[PRODEJE:]

Muthaf*ckas gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1
But 94 is in effect if you want some
Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on then it's poppin
And only for the real car droppin
G shit, nigga through the hood's in the S-C
P da R da O da D da E da J da [??????]
Comin [????] I don't think so, niggas gotta float style
This lil' nigga still loco
8-9's where the hustlers dwell
You wanna know where I'm from: S-C Cartel
TO the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a homie
Many niggas talk shit
And get banked with the O-E
Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L
That's where the real O.G.'s bail
Down low in a short Coupe
Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited
It's all good when I'm creepin
Back street lights on and muthaf*ckas done slipping
I know my city so I'm rollin, niggas tried to swang with this
But South Central's kinda dangerous

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S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit
Cartel gonna get my back
S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you heat

[HAVIKK:]

Breakin muthaf*ckas off, nigga for the hoo-ride
A true G from the C finna G-slide
Strapped cause it's on if them niggas runnin up play the back in
Cause I'ma clown with my Mac-10
Big G's in the hood stay down for a nigga
Hoes ride dicks cause we got bigger
90 muthaf*ckin 2 street
S-C Cartel bailin through the mist servin much hell
Niggas fronted on a nigga in the 93
The little loc's bustin caps for the bigger G Peelin niggas cap quick
I let the khakis hang get ripped for the niggas wanna set trip
Surely loc's with the Locs
Glock in my drawers f*ckin with the old folks
Knuckle headed nigga in the hood gettin ???? off the E.T. and O.E
Layin in the cut for the police
H-A to the V-I double muthaf*ckin K
Creepin on yo' ass with an AK
At the park shootin' hoops
And finna get my strap on
Smokin niggas cause I'm jail pro

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[PRODEJE:]

I'm from a hood where the real niggas come-up
Some gang bang, some slang but I'm dealin in the rap game
You try to figure who I run with
The S-C to the muthaf*ckin C, that's all bitch
And in the end I'ma maintain
Muthaf*ckas hittin deep try to main but I'm insane
So I wouldn't trip nigga cause I got a clip
For the 9, hanging on my muthaf*ckin hip
You need to kick it in the city with me
And Rhyme Son's peeling caps on the suckers actin shitty with me
And muthaf*ckas still flossin, still tryin to O.G.
On the slap smokin E.T.

[HAVIKK:]

Hangin on the muthaf*ckin deuce
I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a muthaf*ckin' small Coupe
Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' ass and it's over
And En Vogue couldn't hold ya
Niggas yellin I'ma a 8-7 gangsta
Thin what you want, I keep one in the chamber
A real Cartel nigga
Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' ass in the river
Shootin dice in the hood buckin niggas for their last end
In a mood to get my blastin
Hittin dips cause I'm down with the Crips and THE Bloods G
And muthaf*ckas can't fade me

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