Where Ya From (Explicit)

Written by：P. Smith/T. Jones/K. Muchita/A. Johnson

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 n**gas saying d**n why I be like that

Listen close you can learn from it

It's real black

Gangsta sh*t makes the world rotate

If eight was all make a n**ga wanna gain some weight

Fat belly black motherf**kin DOG

And I'm a thug for them young n**gas thuggin for me

Ayo

F**k where you at kid

It's where you from

'Cause where we from n**gas pack nothing but the big guns

To all my Queens Duns n**gas who pump ***

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 infared raps when I hit the traps

Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track

Like stone to glass I shatter they raggedy a**

South style waiving my motherf**kin soldier rag

A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle

Memphis Ten made a lot of n**gas buck wild

The root to all evil daily I chase it

Blow it on w**d 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 f**k where you at kid

It's where you from

'Cause where we from n**gas pack nothing but the big guns

To all my gold grill n**gas and my trail n**gas

South to east we keep it hard for them real n**gas

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

F**k leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked

Charged with a ten body for a n**ga get shot

For a weak a** b**ch f**k 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 n**ga head whopped

A maverick my HK will work magic

You'll find yourself in the OR for talkin that sh*t

Street justice I tip the scale over cousin

I hold more weight you just a no name n**ga 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

It's so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it

A renegade crack your top like devil spring

Vigilante n**gas know the song I sing

It go

F**k where you at kid

It's where you from

'Cause where we from n**gas pack nothing but the big guns

No mistakes for the fake no escape

Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face

F**k where you at kid

It's where you from

'Cause where we from n**gas pack nothing but the big guns

To all my ice pick n**gas one

To all my dunns trying to

Get the f**k up out of the sprungs

F**k where you at kid

It's where you from

'Cause where we from n**gas pack nothing but the big guns

To all my Queens Duns n**gas who pump ***

To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

F**k where you at kid

It's where you from

'Cause where we from n**gas pack nothing but the big guns

To all my gold grill n**gas and my trail n**gas

South to east we keep it hard for them real n**gas

South to east we keep it hard for them real n**gas