Gang Stories
South Central Cartel Lyrics


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Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket
A nigga's knocked it and I fucked him like socket
Cleared his fuckin' ass, 'cause I never play the last place
So now he's walkin' with the muthafuckin' gas face

That's right, I'm burnin' muthafuckas like a arsonist
I have you walkin' like a crippled and retarded bitch
I never fuck around when I'm with a team of fuckin' gangsters
West coast freestyle bangsters

Kickin' a foot up in yo ass like Pele
And prosecute like the muthafuckin' D.A.
I'm rollin' a small coupe drop through the hood of G's
And hittin' the chips on the undercover P I G's

I'm givin' a fuck about naythin', muthafucka Satan
'Cause I'm the only nigga crematin'
Fool, the Prod came out heartless
The gang related, don't be another nigga on my shit list

I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep
Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
I got another gang story to tell, peep

Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks you didn't know
Though you got a grip you're gettin' dropped like a sixty-fo'
I put my foot up in your ass so far
I'm leavin' prints on your neckline, signed Mr. Bogart

Another victim of society why did you lie to me?
So I gotta use my strap daily and take you muthafuckas out
It coulda been prevented but the niggas was sho' from the sto'
A.K.47 ways to heaven, I took 'em for a 211 and left his ass with 187
Just a another nigga dead and gone
He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam

I roll the streets with a murder rep
I'm known for kickin' hoes and niggas' necks
And causin' 'em a instant death
Young niggas goin' in and comin' out winnin'
The gang story that a nigga's tellin'

I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep
Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
I got another gang story to tell, peep

I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep
Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
I got another gang story to tell, peep

South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world
Where niggas walk around strapped daily
And won't hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute
Take it from the Mouthpiece, this is just another gang Story

Back up in the hood, oh yes I'm back
I'm leavin' your fuckin' skull marinated in the heat as I creep
I'm stickin' my shoe up in your ass so far
My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids
As you're lyin' in the fuckin' morgue

I gives a fuck when I creep
I told you I was evil as a nigga when I'm lyin' by the devil 'sleep
I let the slugs fly quick
The Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shit

I'm from the depths down below, the ground ward
The graveyard, rockin' you niggas, 'cause I'm that hard
Rhimeson causin' havoc for the underground
You fuck around, you lie around and yo, you hang around

I'm puttin' niggas on grave shift
The Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitch
The hardest nigga with a G slang
'94, here we go, muthafuckas, it's a G thang

I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep
Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
I got another gang story to tell, peep

Just another muthafucka who got tore down
Came home and beat his hoe down
Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown
Low down but now his little brother's stuck on payback

Rollin' through the hood and them little niggas stay strapped
What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless
Usin' one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this
'Cause he's down with some down-ass niggas from around the way
It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep and they down to play
Anything you hoes wanna do

We'll bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool
Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap up
Left three niggas dead and you thought they wouldn't act up?
Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo'
Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other's throats
Kinda fucked up but that's the way it be
These niggas don't be playin' on these muthafuckin' streets

I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep
Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
I got another gang story to tell, peep

I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep




Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
I got another gang story to tell, peep

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to South Central Cartel's "Gang Stories" paint a vivid picture of life in the gang culture of South Central Los Angeles. The verses describe violent encounters between rival gangs and the ruthless tactics used to maintain power and status. The singer, a member of the South Central gang, boasts about his ability to take out his enemies with ease, often making explicit threats and references to using guns.


The lyrics also reveal the paranoia and tension that pervades the gang lifestyle. The singer describes always being on high alert, carrying a weapon, and constantly watching his back. He confides that he never wastes a minute and spends his time smoking marijuana to help manage the stress and pressure of his life.


Overall, the lyrics to "Gang Stories" offer a glimpse into the dangerous and violent world of street gangs, where life is cheap and survival depends on being the most ruthless.


Line by Line Meaning

Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket
I'm a gang member from South Central Los Angeles carrying a .380 handgun in my pocket


A nigga's knocked it and I fucked him like socket
If someone messes with me, I retaliate and beat them severely


Cleared his fuckin' ass, 'cause I never play the last place
I finished him off because I can't let anyone get the last word or the upper hand on me


That's right, I'm burnin' muthafuckas like a arsonist
I'm killing people left and right like a pyromaniac sets fires


I have you walkin' like a crippled and retarded bitch
If I beat you, you'll be left unable to walk properly and mentally damaged


I never fuck around when I'm with a team of fuckin' gangsters
I don't mess around when I'm with other gang members to avoid putting myself and my crew in danger


West coast freestyle bangsters
We are gang members who also rap in the West Coast style


Kickin' a foot up in yo ass like Pele
I'm kicking you hard with my foot like a soccer player Pele


And prosecute like the muthafuckin' D.A.
I will punish you severely like the District Attorney


I'm rollin' a small coupe drop through the hood of G's
I'm driving a small car through the neighborhood of my fellow gang members


And hittin' the chips on the undercover P I G's
I'm gambling illegally and winning money from undercover police officers


I'm givin' a fuck about naythin', muthafucka Satan
I don't care about anything, even Satan himself


'Cause I'm the only nigga crematin'
I'm the only one killing and burning bodies


Fool, the Prod came out heartless
I was born and raised to be ruthless and merciless


The gang related, don't be another nigga on my shit list
I don't tolerate disrespect or betrayal from other gang members


I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I don't waste my time, I'm always smoking or killing people


I got another gang story to tell, peep
I have another story of gang violence to share with you, listen up


Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga
Sometimes I carry a gun with me, man


Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks you didn't know
I'm back in my neighborhood, and I'm surprised that some people didn't know I was back


Though you got a grip you're gettin' dropped like a sixty-fo'
Even if you have a gun, I'm still going to shoot you and kill you


I put my foot up in your ass so far
I kick you so hard that my foot goes inside your body


I'm leavin' prints on your neckline, signed Mr. Bogart
I'm leaving a mark on your neck like a signature from actor Humphrey Bogart


Another victim of society why did you lie to me?
You are another person who fell victim to society because of the lies and promises it made to you


So I gotta use my strap daily and take you muthafuckas out
I have to use my gun every day and kill people


It coulda been prevented but the niggas was sho' from the sto'
The situation could have been avoided, but the other guys were too afraid to take action


A.K.47 ways to heaven, I took 'em for a 211 and left his ass with 187
I took someone's life with an AK-47 assault rifle, and the police classified it as a homicide (187)


Just a another nigga dead and gone
Another person gets killed and disappears


He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam
He got killed by a gun while I was riding in a gold car


I roll the streets with a murder rep
I'm known in the streets as someone who kills people


I'm known for kickin' hoes and niggas' necks
I'm famous for hitting and kicking both women and men in the neck


And causin' 'em a instant death
I'm causing instant death to my victims


Young niggas goin' in and comin' out winnin'
Young gang members are entering the gang life and leaving it successfully


The gang story that a nigga's tellin'
This is the story of a gang member's life


South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world
South Central Los Angeles is known for having the highest amount of gang-related crimes in the world


Where niggas walk around strapped daily
Where gang members always carry a gun with them


And won't hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute
And won't think twice about shooting and killing someone


Take it from the Mouthpiece, this is just another gang Story
Believe me, this is just another true story of gang violence


I'm leavin' your fuckin' skull marinated in the heat as I creep
I'm leaving your dead body in the sun to cook as I escape the scene


My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids
My shoelace will look like swollen and inflamed veins around the anus


I gives a fuck when I creep
I don't care when I'm quietly sneaking around to commit crimes


I told you I was evil as a nigga when I'm lyin' by the devil 'sleep
I warned you that I become a demonic and violent person when I'm inactive and bored


I let the slugs fly quick
I shoot bullets rapidly


The Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shit
The gun I'm using (Tec-22) is so close to your body that it looks like flies on poop


I'm from the depths down below, the ground ward
I'm from the lowest parts of the town, the ones with the highest gang activity


The graveyard, rockin' you niggas, 'cause I'm that hard
I'm in the cemetery killing people because I'm invincible and ruthless


Rhimeson causin' havoc for the underground
My rap name (Rhimeson) is causing chaos and destruction in the underground rap scene


You fuck around, you lie around and yo, you hang around
If you mess with me or hang out with the wrong people, you'll suffer the consequences


I'm puttin' niggas on grave shift
I'm causing people to work the graveyard shift (meaning they're dead)


The Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitch
The gun I'm using (Glock-9) is making visible bullet holes on your body like connect-the-dots


The hardest nigga with a G slang
I'm the toughest gang member who uses a specific slang dialect (G slang)


'94, here we go, muthafuckas, it's a G thang
In 1994, I'm still the toughest gang member and there's nothing anyone can do about it


Just another muthafucka who got tore down
Another person who got entirely ruined or defeated


Came home and beat his hoe down
He arrived home and hit his girlfriend or wife


Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown
I shot at the police and failed to outsmart them


Low down but now his little brother's stuck on payback
The person I killed had a little brother, who now wants to retaliate


Rollin' through the hood and them little niggas stay strapped
I'm driving around the neighborhood and little gang members always carry weapons with them


What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless
I'm sorry to say that I'm heartless, ruthless, and unwilling to show mercy


Usin' one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this
I'm using police officers as targets, and I warned them not to mess with me


'Cause he's down with some down-ass niggas from around the way
Because he's friends with some trustworthy and dependable gang members from the neighborhood


It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep and they down to play
That's just how it is, they've asserted their dominance and are ready to fight for it


We'll bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool
We will turn right at the traffic light, come back, and attack/kill people at the same intersection


Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap up
Four young gang members ready to shoot you in the head


Left three niggas dead and you thought they wouldn't act up?
I killed three gang members, and you thought their fellow gang members wouldn't retaliate?


Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo'
Hide the bodies in bags and clean up the blood on the floor


Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other's throats
I initiated some kind of conflict, and now everyone is fighting and against each other


Kinda fucked up but that's the way it be
It's messed up, but that's how it is in the gang world


These niggas don't be playin' on these muthafuckin' streets
Gang members in the neighborhood are not messing around and ready to fight and kill anyone who gets in their way




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: AUSTIN PATTERSON, BRIAN K. WEST, CARY L. CALVIN, MICHAEL BARNETT, PATRICK EARLE PITTS

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211bill

The 1990's were violent as hell. For those that can remember. And lived to tell.

lee George

211bill yes sir....I got shot in 93' i was only 15 ...saw and did alot of dirt....

D -money

Hell yea I was 14 in 94 I remember

Shark sandoval2

@D -money I was 8 in 94 on Compton ave now that I look bad shit was a different planet

james macdonald

I’m 40 now and most bangers from those days are dead or junkies in jail....I’m one of em whosevstill going hard

J J

In Los Angeles you learned gang signs in school the 80's and 90s out of control.

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Jackson Moore

That beat is perfect for this song.  I remember this being on the radio back in the early '90's.  High school jams.

Chrisaaad

Me too mane that was 21 years ago this came out.

Grand Marquise 92'

Julio g was a teenager then too

Dan Inturrisi

@Grand Marquise 92' lol

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