Live Foul

[Intro: Havoc + Prodigy] Shit, yeah Yo, son No fucking doubt, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah It's real, it's real It's real, it's real Yeah, let them niggas know Yeah Say QB [Hook: Havoc + (Prodigy)] Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing right with me Is it because I live foul? Shorty like blue piece coming (I got bitches all on my back) (I got niggas all in my face) (It get serious it ain't no game) (So I got to keep that thing on my waist) [1st Verse: Havoc] Which part of "no games" niggas don't understand You're dealing with one-dead-serious-black-man Whose first resort's to squeeze, second thought to breath Love this freedom so you know how I be And why these niggas want to pull me in? I ask myself that same question over and over again It's a small world my girl, I'm smashing a friend Ain't no love lost might as well join the fuck in I've been telling niggas how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to The Infamous When niggas out now was on infamil Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking A hate in my blood you won't find one drop But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped, so [Hook] [2nd Verse: Prodigy] Yo, dun what up? scream at your dog These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone Fake niggas stunt like they really that strong You really that bitch nigga, pussy, thongs P' that nigga that'll break your jaw You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure You get cut, bucked and left for dead We get fucked, sucked and extra bead Partying with the ladies is crazy dic Make you want to have babies and eat the fish You won't feel safe in the same place as us We make niggas want to stay far away from us We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us Want to see a nigga live and be safe and such We back with more of that Murda Muzik, bitch My gun'll bang on a nigga that confuse the shit [Hook] [3rd Verse: Havoc + (Prodigy)] That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water (You niggas is like fleas and the guns pluck 'em off, dun) Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch (Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening) That's when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up (We got the big stash box so we can fit the street-sweeper) My duns keep it at any time it's nothing (You runnin' 'round like you got a pass or something) [Hook] x2