No Peace South Central Cartel (Ft. Ant Banks, Bo$$, Ice-T, The Murder Squad, Powerlord JEL, Spice 1 & Treach)

[Intro Dialogue: Dori]
Every time I cut out my TV, one of my black brothers have been smoked. And they say it's a truce. Huh, they don't want no peace

[Verse 1: Prodeje]
Hanging on the back streets, chilling with the OG's
S-C to the grave and it's on for the O-Z
Young brothers want to run up, better put your guns up
Might just get your punk ass gunned up
Cartel ain't tripping, guys never slipping
When all the B.G's start lifting
Where you from fool, it's the same gang
Buck, buck from the Nines, everyday it's the same thang

[Verse 2: Young Prodeje]
Raised up on the South Central blocks
No P-E-A-C-E from another Glock
As I move from the M-U-R-D-er Squad
Freeze up, G's up, gangstas living hard
Young Prod don't slow down the old fashioned hold down
Roadies and moonkies so why should I stop now
Right now I'm on top and don't want to fall
No peace on my streets so that makes it hard

[Verse 3: Havikk The Rhime Son]
I keep my Glock-Glock cocked, as I bail down yo' block, buck
Seventeen shots, booya, 187 dropped death row fool on the solo
Khakis on yayo, where you from, Hav? - South Central
Trizip the rizip cause I
G-slide as rewind, the westside you die
No peace as I clump, run punk, it's a smoke
G'z rule the street, really though, I'm a loc
As a Crip to a Blood and a Blood to a Crip
Get your ass straight ripped by the squad if you set trip, fool