[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