Scott Storch - Live Foul lyrics

[Intro: Havoc + Prodigy] sh**, yeah Yo, son No f**ing doubt, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah It's real, it's real It's real, it's real Yeah, let them n***as 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**hes all on my back) (I got n***as 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***as 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***as 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** in I've been telling n***as how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to The Infamous When n***as out now was on infamil f** a hotel n***a 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***a stunt and he will get dropped [Hook] [2nd Verse: Prodigy] Yo, dun what up? scream at your dog These n***as been wilding since n***as been gone Fake n***as stunt like their really that strong You really that b**h n***a, p**y, thongs P' that n***a that'll break your jaw You get jumped by a mobb of n***as for sure You get cut, bucked and left for dead We get f**ed, s**ed 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***as want to stay far away from us We make b**hes panties wet, they pray for us Want to see a n***a live and be safe as such We back with more of that Murda Muzik, b**h My gun'll bang on a n***a that confuse the sh** [Hook] [3rd Verse: Havoc + (Prodigy)] That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water (You n***as is like fleas and the guns pluck 'em off, dun) Scratch that itch then get rid of that b**h (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 pa** or something) [Hook] x2