HAVIKK:
4 deep on the creep, I gots the Tecs on prraahh..
Take the safety off lock, exterminate your block
Leavin do` holes with .44`s and 20-gauge rifles and Tecs
And breakin` niggas` necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, `L.A. Times` front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin` on stages
Collapse niggas with raps, caps niggas with straps
Smoking on the bomb, eyes tighter than Japs
Rollin` evil with the Desert Eagle, schemin` Young Prod
When the squad`s in the house: oh my God, a homicide
Is `bout to committed, admit it
You seen the Tec and you shitted
Nickel-plate in your face, a .38
Competin, strangle the evil with low blows
I dips fo` low with bad hoes, the saga unfolds
The S.C. script had to design shit to wreck your mental
Bitch, and plant a fuckin` slug in your temple
Yeah
Chorus: L.V. & PRODEJE
The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.`s
Sportin` khakis and Chucks and B.V.T`s.
Swervin through your hood in a blue low-low
Sportin` Carhartt jeans with a chrome 4-4
PRODEJE:
G maneouvres, increasin my retaliation
Shob niggas provoke could equal to your devastation
My motivation is lyrication, the philosophation
Acquired by the gangsta`s inspiration
Mentally loc`d I`m smokin` tracks like it`s blunted
I`m frontin` `bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun ya
I zap you like a genie
You try to escape like Whodini
You plastic
I`m boombastic like that muthafucka Shaggy
The Cartel keeps the groove nasty
You tried to fade, but got eleminated, tried the differential
But couldn`t fade the fuckin` instrumental
My mental compound exploitin` the hoods and towns
Breakin` it down, and if you trippin`, yo` ass is clowned
It`s Mr. Prod comin` cutthroat, live through the wire
The West Coast G`s is on fire
Chorus...
??? & YOUNG PROD:
Freestylin` to a instrumental in a rental
Q-fo`-fever, evil side finna leave a
Nigga leakin, blood seekin` for the weekend
Headhuntin like a dome-servin` freak and
Mental scheme we G`s this, we locs like that
We grab Macs and reacts to open niggas` backs
Welcome to the dome of terror, the era of the evil side
Take niggas out the run like drive-by`s
Come come, test this, let`s just
See yo` face taste ??? just this
No mistakin, ??? we`re money-makin`
We grab the g`s, get the ki`s and we shake it
It ain`t too easy to find me
Young Prod run games like _Jumanji_
My 9 blow minds everytime I dump
Takin` niggas` chests out and lump
Evil Side, servin` muthafuckas from the back to the front
Don`t front, so where ya at?
In the back of the homie`s `Lac
Cockin` a strap, finna take a muthafucka off the mat
I got your back - back at ya, nigga
Pull the triggers, slugs to niggas` mugs
Forever Evil Side, straight gangsta
Chorus...
