Gangsta Team lyrics

by

Spice 1


[Intro: Havoc the Mouthpiece]
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 Prodeje, Havikk the Rhime Son, Spice motherf*ckin' 1
2Pac, Eiht from Compton's Most Wanted, and Ice-T
So let the gangsta team begin

[Verse 1: Havikk the Rhime Son]
Gnaw on a di*k motherf*cker 'cause I'm a rip a gangsta skit
And blow your motherf*ckin' ass into an increment
I rip 'em vertical diagonal I mean f*cked
Show that ass and I'ma physically tear it up
Another G with a Glock giving a f*ck about a cop
I do my talking with 12-gauge buckshot
Like Spice 1 I'm just a giggity-giggity gangsta
And keeping a motherf*ckin', slug up in the chamber
"I Don't Give a f*ck" like 2Pac
I get a f*ckin thrill when I see a cop drop
Squeeze yo motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin' back
6 ways with a mack
Havoc's in a mood to put a di*k in the dirt
Jeffrey Dahmer gets no love 'cause I'm the murder one expert
You couldn't deal with the real sh*t so you got ass whipped
f*ckin' with a lunatic, b*tch
West Coast on a wreck
So motherf*ck the mainstream you tuned in to the gangsta team
[Verse 2: Prodeje]
I broke it down for the gangsta flex
Snapping necks as I wreck from the gangsta teks
You gets no love you get a 9 in your as*h*le
Dropping it in the back the f*cking n*ggas with a damn pole
And that n*gga Prod he's a gangsta I know the game bro
And I could be a f*cking murderer, the hot shells melt yo ass G
And the Tales From the Crypt grabs yo ass like a movie
You got f*cked up n*gga, when you f*cked 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 motherf*ck the phony
I give your ass the blues like Tony! Toni! Toné!
Regulate in the 9-tre n*gga this is payday
Coming from the mists with an A-K
O.G. stand no G. n*gga from the S.C
With a Glock in my hood, it don't stop 'til a n*gga drop
I don't drop but I bust hot slugs from a chop top

[Interlude: Havoc the Mouthpiece]
Yeah Rhyme Son and Prodeje
That's the way to show motherf*ckers
How the gangsta team is running sh*t
Now it's time for the rest of you motherf*cking gangstas
To show 'em how we livin'
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now I'm losing it 'cause my brothers died
Looking down the barrel of a 9 from the other side
Never really did recover from the episode
Finger on the motherf*ckin' TEC ready to let it go boom
Now these devils really fear me
I told ya last year n*gga holla if ya hear me
And one-time can't f*ck with my 4-5
Do or die stay high 'til I motherf*ckin' die
Cop-killas killing cops much props
You gets love from the thug n*ggas on the block
Swinging hard as a motherf*ckin' barbell
Doin' it for my n*ggas in the S.C. Cartel
Run up on me busta and I'm blastin' ya
You can't f*ck with the West Coast massacre

[Verse 4: Ice-T]
Check check microphone check who's next
The Cartel's in the house, breaking fools necks
And I'm the motherf*ckin' cop killa
Now on y'all when I used to pimp them hoes they called me Ice Gorilla
Motherf*cker it's on and you should've known
I don't give a f*ck about ya from word say yo
I don't give a f*ck about much no more
You might catch Ice robbing liquor stores
Before I stop checking a bank packin' a shank
Peeling back busters to maintain my street rank
Down with the Cartel and 2Pac
The pigs want a n*gga with a scope on a rooftop
Punk motherf*ck 'em, they better duck 'em
When I'm out to kill, I'm quick to buck-buck 'em
Bailing with the Eiht from C.M.W
My n*gga Spice 1 is causing 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 momma two-step
To these G's And we'll motherf*cking break your heart clean
You can't f*ck with the gangsta team
[Verse 5: MC Eiht]
It goes one for my n*ggas, bow here come the n*gga
Fools get pushed to the street 'cause I'm in too deep
I'm bucking 'em down as they fall I laugh
And I'm stealing babies fresh out the twat
So the gangsta's pow just call me the big black wolf
Snapping motherf*ckers from the top of my roof
No need for help 'cause Eiht'll do the hanging
Down with the gang so let me start banging
n*ggas don't f*ck around, so don't be a fool
Get popped 8 times with the two
And that's the way we chilling I let my n*gga Ice do the f*cking cop killing
I gang bang with the slang from the hub G
I'm killing 'em off, taken 'em down you'll be R.I.P
I guess that's the way your silly ass where you gets sorry
Clown needs to stay the f*ck down with that bullsh*t
I'll mack that ass, take your cash
And no sleeping when I do my creeping on the bozos fast
Geyeah n*gga, fool don't scheme
Down with the motherf*cking gangsta team

[Verse 6: Spice 1]
Now I'm bout to pull the motherf*cking trigger
Comin' at 'em with no love, is the y-uh young n*gga
Drinkin' Redrum 'cause I'm 187 proof
I'll kill these coppers with my mask on, f*ck 'em gets my blast on
n*gga offin' motherf*ckers like a faucet
Mop they ass like some water it's the motherf*ckin' slaughter
G bloody Glock in my lap as I creep
With the dead motherf*cker in the passenger seat
Murder fact with the murder squad
Kill 'em and I rob it's a murder job, n*gga
So let the caps keep peelin', on they ass say
Murder show at 12, and n*gga don't be late
'cause me and Pac got yo back, if the homies call
Ratta-a-tit-ta-tat, quick to f*ck 'em up y'all
South Central, motherf*ckin' Cartel
n*ggas bail when we mob-like we outta hell
I'm causing havoc 'cause my n*gga Havoc said it's on so
I'm a buck 'em and I'm a f*ck 'em with the shiny chrome
Kill cop, me love cop
Me strangles Stacey Koon for the motherf*ckin' thrill butta-a-bye-bye
G nut nuttin nut but the f*ck
Got my D.J extra-large with the neener to ya nuts
Motherf*cker O-G like Ice-T, peep warning
Motherf*cking body count, six in the morning
The gangsta team

[Outro: Havoc the Mouthpiece &G-Nut]
Yeah I got to give it up that was a job well motherf*ckin' done
You motherf*ckers came out and showed 'em how we do it
On the motherf*ckin' West Coast with the gangsta sh*t
Let 'em know how we doin' it G. Mutha f*cking nut
What's up, mothaf*ckas?
It's G-Nut from the 1-8-seneven and I'm in here in ghetto heaven
Yeah so motherf*ckin' Russell Simmons (We ready for this sh*t)
That's how we doin' this sh*t on the West Coast
So um watch out for the gangsta team
1-80-7 thousand G..G..G..G..G.......
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