Sowhatusayin
South Central Cartel Lyrics


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(feat. Jayo Felony , MC Eiht , Sh'killa , Spice 1 , Treac)

[Havoc]
It's a motherfuckin shame.
Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin
Paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap.
But um, check this shit out.
Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay.
All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this
Shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay.

[Havoc]
Bailin up outta the cut, I'm breakin em off for this 95 G thang
Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang
Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off
Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off
Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites
Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light
We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shit
Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time
Bitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav
Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can't see me
Pump pump that Havoc'll have it crazy motherfucka
Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka

[Jayo Felony]
The original from the block, ready to pop and drop
Glock on cock, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot
Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava
I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva
How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC
Nigga close your eyes cuz you ain't seeing me
Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still
Pissin in a cup, and I'm not givin a fuck
It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors
Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka
I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off
Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em
Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option
Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption
I'm shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet
I'm addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes
Let's take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?
I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke
Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick
Cuz at the end of the world there's gon be gangstas
Cockroaches, and sherm sticks

[Prodeje]
Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.
You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta shit.
You know what I'm sayin? Haha

[Hook1:]
Step up, step off punk ass niggas
I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton
Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas
Or even before you're thikin bout farting

[Hook2: x2]
So what you saying? So what you saying?
I'm lettin my gat bust
You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust

[Prodeje]
Back on that flow, don't you know
It's that Prod from that sqaud
Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob
Metamorphisize from that BG to OG
All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me
Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold
I'm kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold
I'm on the creeps on them vouges
Droppin 6 to them 4's
Makin records, going gold
That's my story in Vouge
Still try to break me but you're broke
As I spoke, loc
Suckas hate the gunsmoke
Act I peel your cap like a cantaloupe
You think it's settled when we knuckle up
I got insane like Saddam
And wreck your posse with my finger fuck

[Young Prod?]
Five four three two um
Here it comes, one more time
Pistol whip dump when I'm packin up mine
Y'all don't wanna do nothin, I'ma keep on bustin
[?]
G's need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack
I sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days
So why must you drive my G flow
I swallow your ass up like Cujo
And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle
Seventeen [?] in your ass like a raffle
So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D
I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G

[MC Eiht]
I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip
I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip
Nigga, how'd you figga like a bitch I let you get away
Westside, CPT G's that don't play
I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt
Then I steps back and sits down my fuckin cup
My nigga Bird got my back when we square off
Toe to toe, don't ya know surprise here comes the left blow
You get the steel toed boot, to your chin
You can't win, oops it splits out your front tooth
Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt
You get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much work
You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playa
Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night
I hit your block cuz I don't care
Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah

[Hook2 x2]

[Treach]
I heard niggas had beef with SCC
And he was headed for the airport
Landed ass branded way up north
From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases
Torches porched and piss out the pieces
Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin worthy
Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to
Hide in Jersey
That was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alley
To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali
Yes, with the murder, I said it flex
West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express
Cuz we strike and we don't lack for the wack
The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back!

[Sh'Killa]
Break yoself, it's Sh'Killa, make way while I spray
Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay
Nine glock glock, ready to pop or stop
While those who rank high in might ride on top
Retaliation a must when I bust or blast
Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask
Can't stop me I'm sick and I gives a fuck
See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust
Break yoself, once again it's on
I'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one
Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit
Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick

[Spice 1]
Niggas playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature
Eiht ya got these niggas on the run, so let's go get the guns
Takin they shit, gankin they riches, [?] so a nigga can't sew
Up your spot
I'm leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas
Can't see me like Ray Charles
Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA!
Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK
It's that nigga from the east bay
Killin off shit when the gat spray
Motherfuckin hustler, fuck a busta
High billers we makin a nigga fry
Let's all die, murder up some niggas call "Can I?"
With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!
With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw!

[Hook1]





[Hook2]

Overall Meaning

The song "Sowhatusayin" by South Central Cartel features a collective of hip-hop artists rapping about gangsta life, threat of violence, and retaliation. The lyrics of the song reveal the resilience and determination of gangsta rap music in the face of criticism and opposition, stressing that it has come to stay. The verses also reference gang-related turmoil, with the rappers spitting out lines about guns, killings, and drug dealing. They make a statement that they are not afraid to execute their own justice, even as they call out those who try to interfere or criticize them.


The chorus of the song, “So what you saying? So what you saying? I'm lettin’ my gat bust. You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust,” is particularly expressive of the overall tone of the song, reiterating the threat of violence that accompanies gang life. The song’s beat is repetitive, with a hard-hitting bassline that creates an overall environment of tension and unease, reflecting the content of the lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Bailin up outta the cut, I'm breakin em off for this 95 G thang
I'm coming out of hiding and making a big impact with this gangsta rap in 1995


Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang
I'm making a bold and confident statement, not holding anything back


Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off
My aggressive rap style is grabbing your attention and dominating the rap game


Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off
I'm arming myself with a gun and using it to defeat my enemies in the rap world


Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites
I'm swiftly destroying my opponents and disrespecting their intelligence


Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light
I'm intensifying your fear and then crushing your courage like a streetlight


We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shit
We are causing chaos, stirring up trouble, and releasing explosive music


Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time
I have a gun loaded and ready to unleash violence in your neighborhood at any moment


Bitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav
I'm boasting about my affiliation with SCC (South Central Cartel) and rappers Treach and Havoc


Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can't see me
Me, Felony, Prod, and Havoc from the OC (Orange County) are untouchable and invisible to our enemies


Pump pump that Havoc'll have it crazy motherfucka
The intense energy and aggression of Havoc's music will drive people crazy


Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka
My mesmerizing music and mind-blowing lyrics will leave you speechless and dumbfounded


The original from the block, ready to pop and drop
I'm the original gangsta from the neighborhood, always ready to make an impact and take down my enemies


Glock on cock, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot
I have my gun ready to fire, and I'm focused and deadly like a mug shot


Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava
I'm not just hot, I'm scorching like boiling lava and unstoppable


I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva
I'm sinister and evil, enjoying the chaos and destruction I bring while calmly observing


How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC
I have complete control and authority, even over your vision, as the leader of GNC (Gangsta Nation Cartel)


Nigga close your eyes cuz you ain't seeing me
You can't perceive my true power and influence, so just give up


Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still
I represent my neighborhood of 58th Street and 715, and I'm still here causing havoc


Pissin in a cup, and I'm not givin a fuck
I don't care about societal norms or consequences, I do what I want


It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors
I don't care about the portrayal of gang life in the movie Colors, and I dismiss filmmaker Oliver Stone


Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka
I demand compensation for my involvement in gang activities, I want to profit from it


I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off
I will physically assault and kill my enemies, treating them like disposable animals


Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em
I have a large sum of money at my disposal and I'm prepared to spend it on anything I desire


Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option
My only choices were to go to prison or engage in criminal activities to survive


Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption
Now that I've become a successful rapper, the industry has embraced me like an adopted child


I'm shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet
I'm seeking out intellectual and material superiority, so weak individuals should run away


I'm addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes
My impact and presence are powerful and hard to resist, like an extremely addictive substance


Let's take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?
Let's confront this dangerous situation head-on, are you afraid?


I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke
I encountered the last breath and demise of my enemies, leaving them completely broke and defeated


Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick
Give me the opportunity to perform and rap on this track, and I will deliver a powerful and infectious performance


Cuz at the end of the world there's gon be gangstas, Cockroaches, and sherm sticks
Even in the apocalyptic end times, gangsters will still exist, along with drug addicts and the lowest elements of society


Yeah, headbangas in the house yo. You playa hatas can't stop this gangsta shit. You know what I'm sayin? Haha
I want to make it clear that my aggressive gangsta rap cannot be halted by those who dislike it. It's a powerful force that will prevail.


Step up, step off punk ass niggas
Approach me with aggression and face the consequences, you weak and disrespectful individuals


I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton
Although my rhymes may sound smooth and easygoing, they have powerful effects and can intoxicate listeners


Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas
I will physically and metaphorically dominate and defeat my enemies before they can even react


Or even before you're thikin bout farting
I will act swiftly and decisively to neutralize any potential threat, even before it fully forms


So what you saying? So what you saying?
What are you trying to convey or communicate? What is the message you want to send?


I'm lettin my gat bust
I'm using my gun to unleash violence and aggression


You bustas and you marks know I just don't trust
I don't trust weak individuals or those who try to deceive and betray me


Back on that flow, don't you know
I'm returning with my signature rap style, don't you understand?


It's that Prod from that sqaud
I'm the artist known as Prod from the squad (South Central Cartel)


Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob
I'm causing chaos and destruction as I rap and move through the streets


Metamorphisize from that BG to OG
I've transformed from being a baby gangsta to a respected Original Gangsta


All I see is G's but you bustas can't see me
I only associate with real gangstas, but weak individuals like you are unable to comprehend my true power and influence


Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold
I'm killing my enemies, leaving their corpses lifeless and cold


I'm kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold
I'm relentlessly attacking you until you break down and surrender


I'm on the creeps on them vouges
I'm closely observing and tracking my enemies and their movements


Droppin 6 to them 4's
I'm lowering my car's suspension, making it appear more aggressive and intimidating


Makin records, going gold
I'm releasing successful music and earning gold records as a sign of my achievements


That's my story in Vouge
That's my life story, my experiences and hardships, as portrayed in Vogue magazine


Still try to break me but you're broke
People still try to bring me down, but they're the ones who are truly broken and defeated


As I spoke, loc
I confidently express myself, embracing my street name and identity


Suckas hate the gunsmoke
Weak individuals don't like my aggressive and violent lyrics


Act I peel your cap like a cantaloupe
I will violently and effortlessly remove the top of your head, just like peeling a cantaloupe


You think it's settled when we knuckle up
You may believe that a simple fight will resolve our issues, but it won't


I got insane like Saddam
I've reached a level of madness and insanity, just like Saddam Hussein


And wreck your posse with my finger fuck
I will completely destroy and dominate your crew with just my middle finger


Five four three two um
I'm counting down to my next attack, preparing to strike


Here it comes, one more time
I'm about to unleash my aggression and violence once again


Pistol whip dump when I'm packin up mine
I will use the butt of my gun to violently strike and incapacitate my enemies


Y'all don't wanna do nothin, I'ma keep on bustin
You don't want to engage in any confrontation, because I will continue to bring the heat and unleash violence


[?]
This line is unclear and the meaning cannot be determined


G's need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack
Gangstas should back off and retreat, or they will end up shot and injured


I sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days
I shot at you with a shotgun, leaving you disoriented and bewildered for an extended period


So why must you drive my G flow
Why are you trying to imitate my unique style and flow?


I swallow your ass up like Cujo
I will consume and overpower you completely, just like the character Cujo from the Stephen King novel


And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle
I have dangerous hollow point bullets ready to use in my gun


Seventeen [?] in your ass like a raffle
I will shoot seventeen bullets into your body, as if it were a random drawing


So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D
Show me the proper respect and recognition, as I am the talented and young artist known as PROD


I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G
I'm the type of person who would take your life for just a small amount of money


I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip
I will strike you with two powerful hits to your jaw if you make a mistake or show weakness


I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip
I will continue to attack you with two additional hits, causing your lip to swell and bruise


Nigga, how'd you figga like a bitch I let you get away
You underestimated me and thought you could escape without any consequences, but I won't let that happen


Westside, CPT G's that don't play
We represent the tough and ruthless gangsters from the Westside of Compton, and we don't mess around


I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt
I proudly represent CPT (Compton) and smoke marijuana to relax and enjoy life


Then I steps back and sits down my fuckin cup
After showing off my gang affiliation and indulging in drugs, I take a moment to relax and enjoy my drink


My nigga Bird got my back when we square off
My friend Bird is there to support me and fight alongside me when we face opposition


Toe to toe, don't ya know surprise here comes the left blow
We will engage in a fair and intense fight, and I will surprise you with a powerful left punch


You get the steel toed boot, to your chin
I will kick you in the chin with a steel-toed boot, inflicting a lot of pain


You can't win, oops it splits out your front tooth
You have no chance of victory, and as a result, your front tooth is knocked out


Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt
You're in agony and fear, struggling like a worm in the dirt


You get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much work
You will experience great pain and suffering because we work hard and put in a lot of effort


You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playa
You raise your head to see the gun pointed at you, realizing that I have complete control and power over you


Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night
Prepare yourself for a long and intense confrontation with MC Eiht and the Hype


I hit your block cuz I don't care
I will come to your neighborhood and cause havoc without any regard for the consequences


Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah
I will use my Glock pistol to shoot and harm you, just like a ticking clock


I heard niggas had beef with SCC
I've heard that people have problems and conflicts with South Central Cartel


And he was headed for the airport
He tried to escape and leave the city to avoid confrontation


Landed ass branded way up north
When he arrived up north, his reputation and identity had already spread and were known


From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases
MC Eiht, who is from Ill Town (Illinois), contacted me and informed me that the person in question is armed with a Tech Nine gun


Torches porched and piss out the pieces
We will set fire to his home and urinate on the remains


Nigga wasn't witty nor fuckin worthy
He was neither intelligent nor deserving of respect


Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to Hide in Jersey
He had conflicts with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, and tried to hide in New Jersey to escape their retaliation


That was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alley
That was a big mistake and a bad decision, leading him into a dangerous situation


To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali
He wrongly assumed that the Murder Squad only had influence and connections in California


Yes, with the murder, I said it flex
I confidently assert and brag about my involvement in murderous activities


West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express
I have connections and influence that extend from the West Coast to the East Coast, and it spreads rapidly like a delivery service


Cuz we strike and we don't lack for the wack
We are quick to attack and eliminate weak individuals and we never lack in strength or effectiveness


The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back!
Treach is back and ready to showcase his skills and assert his dominance


Break yoself, it's Sh'Killa, make way while I spray
Prepare yourself for danger, I am Sh'Killa and I will shoot and harm anyone in my way


Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay
I proudly represent the Murder Squad and claim my territory, which is the Bay Area


Nine glock glock, ready to pop or stop
I have a Glock 9mm gun ready to shoot and either kill or stop my enemies


While those who rank high in might ride on top
Those who have power and influence will always have the upper hand and control over others


Retaliation a must when I bust or blast
I believe in seeking revenge and striking back forcefully when provoked or attacked


Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask
I'm always prepared for retaliation, armed with a fake gun and wearing a mask to conceal my identity


Can't stop me I'm sick and I gives a fuck
Nothing can prevent me from achieving my goals, I'm mentally disturbed and don't care about anyone's opinion


See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust
If I see an opportunity to attack someone who is vulnerable or weak, I will take aim and shoot


Break yoself, once again it's on
Prepare yourself for danger once again, I'm back and ready to cause mayhem


I'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one
I'm taking everything I want, shooting my gun, and confidently moving forward


Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit
The music produced by the Murder Squad is authentic and highly regarded in the gangsta rap genre


Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick
The members of the Murder Squad are gangsters for life and we are highly skilled and dangerous


Niggas playa hate ya but I'm Naughty by Nature
Other individuals may dislike you, but I don't because I appreciate your audacious and wild nature


Eiht ya got these niggas on the run, so let's go get the guns
MC Eiht, you have intimidated these individuals and they are now running scared, so let's arm ourselves and pursue them


Takin they shit, gankin they riches, [?] so a nigga can't sew Up your spot
We are robbing them and stealing their wealth, making sure they can't recover or reclaim what's theirs


I'm leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas
I'm leaving your body in a state of disrepair and destruction, even going as far as beheading my enemies


Can't see me like Ray Charles
You can't perceive and understand my true power and influence, just like Ray Charles was blind


Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA!
I will brutally kill all my enemies, sticking an ice pick into their bodies and causing immense pain and suffering


Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK
I'm engaging in violent and deadly actions, just like OJ Simpson allegedly did, using an AK-47 to shoot my enemies


It's that nigga from the east bay
I'm the notorious individual from the East Bay, known for my criminal activities and rap skills


Killin off shit when the gat spray
I'm causing destruction and death when I spray my gun


Motherfuckin hustler, fuck a busta
I am a relentless and successful hustler, with no respect for weak individuals


High billers we makin a nigga fry
We are making significant amounts of money and causing great pain and suffering to our enemies


Let's all die, murder up some niggas call 'Can I?'
Embracing a violent and destructive mentality, let's kill some people and ask if it's acceptable and justified


With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!
I'm targeting the genitals of my enemies with an infrared sight on my gun and shooting them forcefully


With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw!
I'm targeting the throats of my enemies with an infrared sight on my gun and shooting them forcefully




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