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