Where I Dwell (featuring Dj Paul And Juicy J) Lyrics

Where I Dwell (featuring Dj Paul And Juicy J) lyrics

[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