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Mobb Deep
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Where Ya From
Lyricist:8-ball, Mo Suave House, Albert J Johnson, T Jones, Kejuan W Muchita, P Smith
Yeah, Infamous in ya area Eightball in ya area About to cause mass hysteria
Yo, ashes to ashes, big gats to little I put it to you clear while you cats talkin' riddles Snake and buck at me, if you did, I'd say you got lucky Trained to tread through land to get muddy Ayo, blood rap, survival of the fist style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball hat P, niggas saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it, it's real black
Gangsta shit makes the world rotate If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight Fat belly black motherfuckin' D O G And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me
Ayo, fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens duns, niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood
Live and direct from the south to your stereo Prepare for bustin' and dumpin', okay player, here we go Strapped with infra-red raps when I hit the traps Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track Like stone to glass, I shatter they raggedy ass South style waving my motherfuckin' soldier rag A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild
The root to all evil, daily I chase it Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it It's hard from the start where I lay my head We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead
Yo fuck where you at kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
Feel my though, you don't wanna get filled up with holes Moms filling out sympathy cards blowing her nose Wiping her tears 'cause something on your top got shot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block Fuck, leaving without it Dunn, I'd rather get knocked Or charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore Even though she get my dick harder than the parole board
Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns Mack milly prepare to mob you steel phillies Connected with Eightball Dunn, so what's the drilly? Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me Don't get yourself shot bleedin' to death hops I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped A maverick my H K will work magic You'll find yourself in the O R for talkin' that shit
Street justice I tip the scale over cousin I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin' Get your hardware let's treat it like a contest And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit Murda Muzik, my street life influenced it It's so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it A renegade crack your top like devil spring Vigilante niggas know the song I sing, it go
Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns No mistakes for the fake no escape Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face
Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my ice pick niggas one To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs
Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens duns, niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects that rep for they hood
Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
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