[Intro]
S-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guess
Can you figure it out, huh you see that park sign
Huh, you know what time it is on, yeah....
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Got me runnin` duck and survive, up in this rap game
Play it fly, and movin` equipped, wid blunts and blaze man
Suburban to the curbin`, hold up cause I ain`t servin`
Jump up and get ah cut ah that stuff, get off to servin`
Armani or some coochie, her figure mixed wid coochie
I`m ridin` fully loaded, plus cut, whatever suits me
Lil Buck and all your kinfolk, you know the click was my folk
South Memphis bout to blow up, boo-hoo and they can`t sop us
So far from where I was, sometimes I feel like catchin` myself
Before I go just let me know am I a fool wid myself
Is SPV with my wealth, is SPV `til the death
A Gangsta B so smoke the ashes passin` pullin` that health
So comin` simple and plain, I guess the rules ah the game
Is hocus pocus tryna focus, barely it just maintain
So take a smell in hell, get the loot and get bail
SPV I dwell, and all the times shall tell
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so
It`s all about a come up man,
Bustas can`t be actin` strange
See I dwell in SPV, over here ya cannot hang
See I dwell in SPV, over here ya cannot hang
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Fuck haters ain`t savin` none ah you hoes in the never P
The Prophet the Possee, the BHZ click wid SPV
The bustas we rush `em quick, come one come on scary bitch
We squeezin` them forties wid the mufflers and them reds trick
Straight at your, fuckin` dome, coward shoulda stayed at home
Never shoulda come South, never shoulda ran his mouth
Sherm wid Bourbon comin` through,
slammed wid eight killers of my crew
We trill, we killin` already the body we spilled
but bitch I thought you knew,
The motherfuckin` scores, cover them holes in your fuckin` back
You leakin` like ah faucet any second your body gon` be on flat
Triple fuckin` Six, in your face got you shakin`
Duck my thugs from Two Lane and QueensMound, give `em a reason to duck,
They never shoulda took the trip, knowin` that the Haven`s buck
Buckshots that we produce, and we leavin` `em loose in they insides
They bleedin` through his guts,
The closer ya come the closer ya encounter from outer space
The Black Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas gon` take your place over
[Hook: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so
It`s all about a come up man
Bustas can`t be actin` strange
See I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang
[See I dwell in BHZ, over here you cannot hang]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
1995, Mystic Styles the album was the shit
Me and DJ Paul hit the back and catch the fattest chicks
We was movin` team was comin` clean wid something flexin`
Paul bought a Bourbon after that `92 a Lexus
Playa haters started comin` cause they saw us slammin doors
I couldn`t, stop, here, they don`t fuck, wid a nigga no more
But yet I still fuck wid you, I also fuck wid business to
Tryna stack some cheese, for the keys, to my crib fool
Everything was cool when you saw a nigga hype the street
Everything was true, when I said you hoes didn`t fuck wid me
Now I`m makin` money and my company is risin` quick
Major labels callin` everyday, tryna get wid this
Northside for life man, a nigga ain`t tryna change
I trick it wid the niggas that stay real, true to the game
Lames don`t step up, stuck up bitches need to suck, a mean ass dick
For the nine six, fuck them ducks
[Hook: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so
It`s all about a come up man
Bustas can`t be actin` strange
See I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang
[See I dwell in NMC, bustas know you cannot hang]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so
It`s all about a come up man
Bustas can`t be actin` strange
See I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang
See I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot hang
