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