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(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy J) [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] Letras de cancionesDJ 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 From Letras Mania