Live Foul lyrics

[Intro: Havoc + Prodigy]
sh*t, yeah
Yo, son
No f*cking doubt, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's real, it's real
It's real, it's real
Yeah, let them n*ggas 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 b*tches all on my back)
(I got n*ggas 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" n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck in
I've been telling n*ggas how my gangster get
You can trace it all the way back to The Infamous
When n*ggas out now was on infamil
f*ck a hotel n*gga 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 n*gga stunt and he will get dropped
[Hook]

[2nd Verse: Prodigy]
Yo, dun what up? scream at your dog
These n*ggas been wilding since n*ggas been gone
Fake n*ggas stunt like their really that strong
You really that b*tch n*gga, pus*y, thongs
P' that n*gga that'll break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of n*ggas for sure
You get cut, bucked and left for dead
We get f*cked, 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 n*ggas want to stay far away from us
We make b*tches panties wet, they pray for us
Want to see a n*gga live and be safe as such
We back with more of that Murda Muzik, b*tch
My gun'll bang on a n*gga that confuse the sh*t

[Hook]

[3rd Verse: Havoc + (Prodigy)]
That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water
(You n*ggas is like fleas and the guns pluck 'em off, dun)
Scratch that itch then get rid of that b*tch
(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 run around like you got a pass or something)
[Hook] x2