South Central Cartel, Spice, 2pac (above The Rim Soundtrack) - Loyal To The Game

Details South Central Cartel, Spice, 2pac (above The Rim Soundtrack) - Loyal To The Game

Artist: South Central Cartel f/ Spice, 2Pac, Ice T and MC Eiht
Album: 'N Gatz We Trust
Song: Gangsta Team


[Havoc-]
Yo Russell Simmons
This is your commander in chief of your West Coast operations
Havoc the Mouthpiece
My orders are to assemble a team
of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers
I have chosen Prodigy, Havoc the Rhyme Son, Spice motherfuckin 1
2Pac, Eiht from Compton's Most Wanted, and Ice-T
so let the gangsta team begin

[Havoc-]
Gnaw on a dick motherfucker cuz i'm a rip a gangsta skit
and blow your motherfuckin ass into anincrement
I rip em vertical diagonal i mean fucked up
show that ass and I'm a physically tear it up
another G witha glock givin a fuck about a cop
I do my talkin with a 12-gauge buckshot
like Spice 1 I'm just a giggity-giggity gangsta
and keepin a motherfuckin slug up in the chamber
+I Don't Give a Fuck+ like 2Pac
I get a fuckin thrill when I see a cop drop
Squeeze yo motherfuckin neck and snatch your head off your shoulders
Peel ya cap read your brain like the devil boy I told ya
Make a move for your gat and I'ma split your fuckin back
6 ways with a mack Havoc's in a mood to put a dick in the dirt
Jeffrey Dahmer gets no love cuz I'm the murder 1 expert
You couldn't deal with the real shit so you got ass whipped
Fuckin with a lunatic bitch West Coast on a wreck
So motherfuck the mainstream you tuned in to the gangsta team

[Prodigee-]
I broke it down for the gangsta flex
snappin necks as I wreck from the gangsta teks
You gets no love you get a 9 in your asshole
droppin it in the back the fuckin niggas with a damn pole
and that nigga Prod he's a gangsta i know the game bro
And I could be a fuckin murderer the hot shells melt yo ass G
And the Tales From the Crypt grabs yo ass like a movie
You got fucked up nigga when you fucked up
The brain splat on the floor like some damn nuts
West Coast they hoo-ride on your ass if you fast
you will still get mortified members only mutha fuck the phony
I give your ass the blues like Tony Toni Tone
Regulate in the 9-tre nigga this is payday
Comin from the mists with an A-K
O.G. stand no G. nigga from the S.C.
with a glock in my hood it don't stop til a nigga drop
i don't drop but I bust hot slugs from a drop top

Yeah Rhyme Son and Prodigee
That's the way to show motherfuckers
how the gangsta team is runnin shit
Now it's time for the rest of you motherfuckin gangstas
to show em how we livin

[2Pac-]
Now i'm losin it cuz my brother died
lookin down the barrel of a 9 from the other side
never really did read coppers from the episode
finger on the motherfuckin tek ready to let it go boom
now these devils really fear me
I told ya last year nigga holla if ya hear me
and one-time can't fuck with my 4-5
do or die stay high til I motherfuckin die
cop-killas killin cops much props you gets love
from the motherfuckin thug niggas on the block
swingin hard as a motherfuckin barbell
Doin it for my niggas in the S.C. Cartel
run up on me nigga and I'm blastin ya you
Can't fuck with the West Coast massacre

[Ice T-]
Check check microphone check who's next
the Cartel's in the house breakin fools necks
and I'm the motherfuckin cop killa
now on y'all when I used to pimp them hoes they called me Ice Gorilla
Motherfucker it's on and you should've known
I don't give a fuck about ya from word say yo
I don't give a fuck about much no more
You might catch Ice robbin liquor stores
before I stop checkin a bank packin a shank
Oeelin back busters to maintain my street rank
Down with the Cartel and 2Pac the pigs
want a nigga with a scope on a rooftop
Punk motherfuck em they better duck em
when I'm out to kill I'm quick to buck buck em
bailin with the Eiht from C.M.W. my nigga Spice 1
is causin trouble too yeah so how you wanna fight
we can either straight scrap or bust caps all night
on and on I broke dawn and I'm on to stop to these G's
and we'll motherfuckin break you heart clean
you can't fuck with the gangsta team

[MC Eiht-]
I goes one for my niggas bow here come the nigga
fools get pushed to the street cuz i'm in too deep
I'm buckin em down as they fall i laugh
and I'm stealin babies fresh out the twat
so the gangsta's pow just call me the big black wolf
snappin mutha fuckers from the top of my roof
no need for help cuz Eiht'll do the hangin down
with the gang so let me start bangin niggas don't fuck around
so don't be a fool get popped 8 times with the two
and thats the way we chillin I let my nigga Ice do the fuckin cop killin
I gang bang with the slang from the hub G
I'm killin em off taken em down you'll be R.I.P.
Iguess that's the way your silly ass where you gets
sorry clown needs to stay the fuck down with that bullshit
I'll mack that ass take your cash
and no sleepinn when i do my creepin on the bozos fast
geyeah nigga fool don't scheme
down with the motherfuckin gangsta team

[Spice 1-]
Now i'm bout to pull the motherfuckin trigger
comin at em with no love is the y uh young nigga
drinki red rum cuz i'm 187 proof
i'll kill these coppers with my mask on fuck em gets my blast on
nigga offin mutha fuckers like a faucet
mop they ass like some water it's the mutha fuckin slaughter
g bloody glock in my lap as i creep
with the dead mutha fucker in the passenger seat
murder fact with the murder squad kill em
and i rob its a murder job nigga so let the caps keep peelin
on they ass say murder show at 12
and nigga don't be late cuz me and Pac got yo back
if the homies call ratta-a-tit-ta-tat
quick to fuck em up y'all South Central mutha fuckin Cartel
niggas bail when we mob like we outta hell
i'm causin havoc cuz my nigga Havoc said it's on so
i'm a buck ema nd i'm a fuck em with the shiny chrome
kill cop me love cop kill me strangle say me strong
for the mutha fuckin thrill butta-a-bye-bye
G nut nuttin nut but the fuck got my D.J.
Extra large with the neener to ya nuts
mutha fucker O.G. like Ice T. peep warning
mutha fucking Body Count 6 In The Morning
the gangsta team

[Havoc-]
Yeah i got to give it up that was a job well mutha fuckin done
you mutha fuckers came out and showed em how we do it
on the mutha fuckin West Coast with the gangsta shit
let em know how we doin it G. Mutha Fuckin nut

[G-Nut-]
It's G-Nut from the 1-8-seneven and i'm still in ghetto heaven

[Havoc-]

Yeah so mutha fuckin Russell Simmons that's how we doin this shit
on the West Coast so um watch out for the gangsta team
1-80-7 thousand G..G..G..G..G.......
Artist: 2Pac f/ Treach, Riddler
Album: Above The Rim soundtrack
Song: Loyal to the Game


[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocked, G, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

*Chorus*

[Treach]
Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back down
So I jumps in and try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a 2-fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then, how ya like me, hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons

*Chorus*

[Riddler]
Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks
and dodgin the cops, and takin over niggas spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim, is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up? We can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigga the trigga
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty the Treach
then through to the Pac I brings the glock I wets up
You fuckin body, I’m like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap, but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I’m loyal to the game

[Chorus]