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Stay Out da Hood Lyrics

90-m***********-4, n****
South Central Cartel
Comin at cho a** like this, b****
90-m*********** 4 n****
Another m*********** floatin in a f***** river
I'm creepin on that a** with the glock on yo block
Leavin your brains marinatin', 9 slugs killin off Satan
Die n**** n****, die n**** n**** die b****
Another skull gettin crushed by a lunatic
I'm blowin m************ domes till the year 2000, oh
187 on your a** hoe
m************ keep slippin
The slugs keep rippin through that a** when I'm trippin
My mind's all f*****, and I'm evil as a God d*** nut on cocaine
Khaki's hangin low, kickin G slang
So bring it on, and I'mma screw ya like a hot hoe
6 feet stiff as f*** for the 9-4
Havikk's got your a** in the scope G
Another killin' by the killa from the SC

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Stay out my hood m*********** cause you ain't s***
I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock b****
Stay out my hood m*********** cause you ain't s***
I'm buckin em down with the 9 mill glock b****

A n**** gettin wrecked from the S.C. rollin with the Cartel
And a** holes gettin ripped as the G's bail
Goin off like a light switch
f*** a b****, it's your money or your m*********** a** kicked
Gettin rough on a G.O.
One time's tryin to slang young n***** like a kilo
But it's on for the whoo ride
And the m*********** slippin is the m*********** frizznied
A lil knucklehead, n***** gettin ready G
My kinda positives to you is negativity
But now the prod is even odder so I couldn't give a mad f***
I'll leave your a** in tha bag bucked
Its hard times on the back streets
Graveyard's one hop and a skip for an O.G.
And if I'm goin out someone's goin wit me
I know that many m************ down with P
Its gonna buck in the process
m************ gettin clowned in my hood with the ruthless
I give a f*** cause I'm sick, I'm the f***** grim reapor
Comin through your hood with a street sweeper
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Knee deep in yo a** fool
That backstreet graveyard s*** ain't gone never stop
South Central Cartel, m************ for the 90 m*********** fizzno
Mindless a m************ spineless, and brain dead
I'm c***in a glock, I'm leavin your blood in your mom's bed
A psycho n**** with the trigger finger itchin for
Another pull another hearse, another funeral
Mom's story had to be a G from the old school
And very stupid m************ tryin to be cool
Put a n**** in his grave
Wrap him up and ship him, over f***** seas, 86ing
You want chuckie m*********ies can you dodge it?
SC to the C fina ride b****
OG's whoo ridin little locs causin ruckus
If ya n***** try ta buck us
I figure to clown you m************ cause it's simple
Drop his monkey a** like a 4 up in the central
n***** still chillin up at the park pumpin steel
Shootin hoops, crack, yeah the whole f***** deal
Only regulatin no petitious n***** needed
And if you talkin s***, m*********** you deleted
You gotta be a G if you're rollin with the real
And homies watch yo a** for the m*********** kill
n***** gettin clowned yeah f***** with the ruthless
n***** just heartless, straight up menace
Runnin with the glock down your m*********** block
Pop pop pop now a m************ dropped, b****

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'N Gatz We Truss (1994)
Bring It On Drive Bye Homicide Servin' Em Heat Gang Stories Seventeen Switches U Couldn't Deal Wit Dis Do It SC Style Dick Suckin' Contest Had To Be Loc'd Lil' Knucklehead It's a S.C.C. Thang Stay Out da Hood Rollin' Down da Block Get 'Em Gangsta Team Shot Outz Marinate Hoo Riding' In Da Central