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