[HAVOC]

Yeah

In the year 1986 

Havoc & Prodeje had a masterplan

To put South Central on the map

And stay strapped

And peel your cap if you trip

And make much snaps 

Like the song say

Our main goal is to stay paid n full



[PRODEJE]

Thinking of a master plan

Cause ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand

So I dig into my pocket all my money is spent so I dig deeper

But still comin up with lint so I

Start my mission, leave my residence

Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents

I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid 

So I think of all the devious things I did

I used to roll up, this is a hold up

Ain't nuthin' funny stop smilin'

Be still, don't nothing move but the money

But now I learned to earn cause I'm righteous

I feel straight so maybe I might just 

Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive

Then maybe I'll stay alive 

So I walk up the street whistling this

Feeling out of place cause man, do I miss

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of

Havoc, Prodeje and a nice big plate of - fish

Which is my favorite dish

But without my money it's still a wish

Cause I don't like to dream about gettin' paid 

So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made

To now test to see if I got pull

Hit the studio cause I'm paid in full



[Chorus...]



Bustin rhymes in the S.C. streets now I'm paid in full 

Bustin rhymes in the S.C. streets now I'm paid in full

Just ride

For my homies on the east and the west side puttin' it down  

Just ride

For my peoples on the north and the south side puttin' it down



[PRODEJE]

I gotta stack a end, kickin' with the G's

16 switches 64 on gold D's

Havoc & the Prodeje figure we was ????

But truce never stop even though we still rollin

S.C. streets, we ain't playa-hated

The rest try to scramble, we'll never tolerate it

Cause it's just two players out the cut to get funky

And kick you in the ass like a donkey

G's make the world go round, I'm talking 6 figure digits

The stuff that makes the Big Willie ????

The illegitimate, mindless ????? I'm payin' all the ????

Rollin' through the hood in Armani

The young John Gotti be parlaying, packin 44's

Swervin' through yo' hood, smashin' those 

Bustas, who thought I had a minimum flow

But on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm like a 9.0



[Chorus...]