Where Ya From feat. Eightball

歌詞

(feat. 8-Ball) 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 fifth style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap Pee, 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 Its 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 infa-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 waiving 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 Its 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 want to get filled up with holes Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block Fuck, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked 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 parol 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 lets treat it like a contest And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit Murda Muzik my street life influenced it Its 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 Its 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 Its 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 Its 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 Fuck where you at kid Its 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