(verse 1: Prode’je)
Another soldier from the Central with the .80 in my pocket
The niggaz knocked and I buck em like a socket
Played his [bad word] [bad word] cause I never play the last place
So now he’s walkin with the [bad word] gas fate
That’s why I’m burnin [bad word] like a arsonist
I have you walkin like a cripple and retarded [bad word] I never [bad word] around when I’m with a team of [bad word] gangstas
West Coast freestyle bankstas
Kickin a foot up in yo [bad word] like Pele
And prosecutin like a [bad word] DA
I’m rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of G’s
And hittin the dips on the undercover p-i-g-s
I’m givin a [bad word] about Nathan [bad word] Satan, cause I’m the only [bad word] crematin fools
The Prod came out heartless
Gang-related, don’t be another [bad word] on my [bad word]  [bad word] 

I don’t waste a minute [bad word] I be smokin
(I got another gang story to tell ya)
Sometimes I walk around strapped, [bad word] (I got another gang story to tell ya)

(verse 2: Havikk the Rhyme Son)

Back up in the hood I thought you knew of course you didn’t know
Told you got a grip yo [bad word] you drop like a sixty-fo
I put my foot up in yo [bad word] so far
I’m leavin prints on yo kneck line signed it’s the broke guard
Another victim of society
Why did you lie to me?
So I gotta use my strap daily
And take you [bad word] out
It could have been prevented but the niggaz would show from the stow
AK-47 ways to heaven, I took him for a 211, and left his [bad word] with 187
Just another [bad word] dead and gone
He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold prong
I roll the streets with the murder rep
I’m known for takin hoes and niggaz (??) instant death
Young niggaz goin in, [bad word] out winnin
The gang story that a [bad word] s tellin

(repeat [bad word] twice)

Interlude (Prode’je):

South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world, where niggaz walk around
Strapped daily, and won’t hesitate to smoke yo [bad word] in a minute. Take it from
The Mouthpiece: this is just another gang story.

(verse 3: Havikk the Rhyme Son)

Back up in the hood, oh yes, I’m back
I’m leavin your [bad word] skull marinated in the heat as I creep
I’m stickin my shoe up in yo [bad word] so far
My shoe scream(?) look like embroil(?) as your lyin in the [bad word] morgue
I gives a [bad word] when I creep
I told you I was evil as a [bad word] when I’m lyin by the Devil’s sleep
I let the slugs fly quick
The tech 22 was in yo [bad word] like flyes on [bad word] I’m from the gaps down below
The ground boy, the graveyard, rockin you niggaz cause I’m that hard
Rhyme Son causin Havikk for the underground
You [bad word] around, you lye around and yo, you hang around
I’m puttin niggaz on gray shift
The Glock 9 plays connect the dots off in yo [bad word]  [bad word] The hardest [bad word] with a slang
Ninety Fo, here we go, [bad word] it’s a thang
 [bad word] 

(verse 4: Big Mike)

Just another [bad word] who got toed out, came home and beat his ho down
Four shots at the police and lost his show down
Low down, but now his little brother’s stuck on payback
Rollin through the hood and the little [bad word] stay strapped
What can I say, Black? BG is heartless
Use it one time as targets, I warned you not to start this
Cause he’s down with some down [bad word] niggaz from around the way
It be that way, they got they nuts off four deep and they down the play
Anything you hoes wanna do
(we’ll bust a right at the [bad word] back [bad word] that corner fool)
Four young niggaz, read to [bad word] your cap up
Left three niggaz dead and you thought they wouldn’t act up
Cause it’s a sack up and wipe the blood up of the floor
Started some [bad word] and now they got everybody at each other’s throats
Kinda [bad word] up but that’s the way it be
These niggaz don’t be playin on these [bad word] Streets

I donґt waste a minute [bad word] I be smokin
I got another gang story to tell ya (yeah)
Sometimes I walk around strapped, [bad word] I got another gang sto