From Da South
-J. Townes-W. Smith-C. King-
Performed by Will Smith


Right here, right...

When I was a young boy, growin' in Philly I was sort of easy goin', I was really a silly guy.
I used to mess around, I was kind of the class-clown.
I hate to see 'em frown.
I hate to see people down.
'Cause I like when fun flows like ?? 
But sometimes, some guys mistake it for softness.
But I ain't no silly sad sucker singin'  soft deep.
When push come to shove better back up off me!
'Cause I'm 6-2 'n' yo, I ain't no little guy!
200 pounds 'n'  homie, I can make a head fly!
My father told me 
"Never hit nobody first but if they hit you, son, take 'em to a hearse!" 
So throughout my life that's the rules that I've lived by.
'Cause I can put his hands on a homie or give a guy
a jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab!
Give 'em a state slag 'n' put 'em in a cab!
Now I ain't the type of brother to go out 'n' pick a fight.
My man, oh man,  I really, really hate to hear stuff like
Michael Jackson said, it sorta seem kinda silly man, "a lover not a fighter", better stay outta Philly then!
Put up your dukes or you better start boogie, 'cause here come a punch when you munchin' 'n' ain't lookin'!
I am 'n' I'm gonna aim for the mouth, now from the north,  from the west, from the east they come!

    From da south!
And I'm throwin' it hard!
    From da south!
Right up under your card!
    From da south!
An uppercut at all I got!
   (Watch them DROP!)

Yeah, put up your dukes, it's time to get loose, troop.
One-on-one with me 'n' you or me 'n' your whole crew!
You heard about the uppercut, as that was wrong fellas.
You all chickens and the duke is gettin' jealous!
Feather-one baggin'!
Rumble 'n' all pluggin'!
All different names, but all the same, buggin'!
Maybe you can take me out, yeah, maybe not.
'Cause right to the uppercut, funky, your body shouts:
Boomshakalaka, boomshakalaka-boom!
Look out, it's comin' at'cha like a Kodak zoom!
No, my name ain't Roberto, don't be givin' me flack!
And if you step' off track Jack, your takin a turtle-nap.
A muscle-bound sucker, me, Jack to will.
When I walk on by better be glad I chill!
But if y'all forfeit 'n' I feel friction, the land Lord has given you take that affection!
X is on your eyes 'n' birds around your head fly, lip all fat, look like I hit you with a bat! 
Eyes so black look like it must've gotten pretty (-tiddy) damn fed up because of mother ain't it?
Step in the ring with the king, ding, 'n' take a chance, 
'cause 20 seconds later you'll be out in a ambulance!
Lookin' for medic as you ask a paramedic when something felt like a drug.
But it was only an uppercut!
Just last week some fool got careless.
So I got ?? and right from the bare fist.
After the punch and your man didn't wanna fight.
I missed his face, but I bust a stoplight.
So put up your dukes, so you better start boogie.
'Cause here come a punch when your munchin' 'n' ain't lookin'!
And if next uppercut aim for your mouth, from the north, from the east, from the west has come!
    From da south!
And I'm throwin' it hard!
    From da south!
Right up under your card!
    From da south!
An uppercut wit all I got!
    Watch them DROP!

Scratching to fade