Where I Dwell

Lyrics

[Intro: Gangsta Blac] S-O-U-T-H M-E-M-P-H-I-S Take a guess Can't figure it out, hm? You see that Prophet sign? Huh, you know what time it is though, yeah [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Got me runnin', duckin', survive, up in this rap game Play it fly, and movin' equipped, with blunts and blaze man Suburban to the curbin', hold up 'cause I ain't servin' Jump up and get a cut of that stuff, get off to servin' Armani or some Gucci, her figure mixed with coochie I'm ridin' fully loaded, plus cut, whatever suits me Lil Buck and all your kinfolk, you know you click with my folk South Memphis bout to blow up, polute and they can't stop us So far from where I was, sometimes I feel like catchin' myself Before I go just let me know am I a fool with myself Is S.P.V. with my wealth, is S.P.V. 'til the death A Gangsta B so smoke the ashes, passin', pullin' that hay So comin' simple and plain, I guess the rules of the game Is hocus pocus try to focus, better yet, just maintain And take a smell, inhale, get the loot and get bail S.P.V. I dwell, and all the times shall tell [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hated So it's all about a come up mane, busters can't be actin' strange See I dwell in S.P.V., over here you cannot hang See I dwell in S.P.V., over here you cannot hang [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Fuck haters ain't savin' none of you hoes and I'll never be The Prophet the Possee, the B.H.Z. click with S.P.V The busters we rush 'em quick, come one, come all, scary bitch We squeezin' them forties with 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 with Bourbon comin' through Slammed with 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 a faucet any second your body gon' be on flat Triple fuckin' Six in your face got you shakened up My thugs from Tulane 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 you come, the closer you encounter from outer space The Black Haven Zone, the B.H.Z. niggas gon' take your place over [Chorus: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul] DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hated So, see it's all about a come up mane, busters can't be actin' strange See I dwell in S.P.V. over here you cannot hang See I dwell in B.H.Z. 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 cash the fattest checks Niggas movin' team was comin' clean with somethin' flexin' Paul bought a Bourbon after that '92 a Lexus Player haters started comin' 'cause they saw us slammin' doors I couldn't stop here, why you don't fuck with a nigga no more? But yet I still fuck with you, I also fuck with 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 with me Now I'm makin' money and my company is risin' quick Major labels callin' everyday, tryna get with this Northside for life, man, a nigga ain't tryna change I kick it with 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 '96, fuck them ducks [Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J] DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac, everybody hated See it's all about a come up mane, busters can't be actin' strange See I dwell in S.P.V., over here you cannot hang See I dwell in N.M.C., busters know you cannot hang DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hated, so It's all about a come up mane, busters can't be actin' strange See I dwell in S.P.V., over here you cannot hang See I dwell in S.P.V., over here you cannot hang