[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. n***as 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
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a ain't tryna change
I kick it with the n***as 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