Mobb Deep - Where Ya From Lyrics
YeahInfamous in ya areaEightball in ya areaAbout to cause mass hysteriaYo, ashes to ashes big gats to littleI put it to you clear while you cats talkin riddlesSnake and buck at meIf you did Id say you got luckyTrained to tread through land to get muddyAyo, blood rapSurvival of the fifth style catI puts it down blow a round at your baseball capPee, niggas saying damn why I be like thatListen close you can learn from itIts real blackGangsta shit makes the world rotateIf eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weightFat belly black mother*****in d-o-gAnd Im a thug for them young niggas thuggin for meAyo***** where you at kidIts where you fromCause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big gunsTo all my queens duns, niggas who pump drugsTo all the housing projects who rep for they hoodLive and direct from the south to your stereoPrepare for bustin and dumpin okay player here we goStrapped with infa-red raps when I hit the trapsCrack the wack into pieces when I hit the trackLike stone to glass I shatter they raggedy assSouth style waiving my mother*****in soldier ragA hard illustration of my brutal lifestyleMemphis ten made a lot of niggas buck wildThe root to all evil daily I chase itBlow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace itIts hard from the start where I lay my headWe get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the deadYo ***** where you at kidIts where you fromCause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big gunsTo all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggasSouth to east we keep it hard for them real niggasFeel my though, you dont want to get filled up with holesMoms filling out surgery cards blowing her noseWiping her tears cause something on your top got shotShould have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block*****, leaving without it dunn Id rather get knockedCharged with a ten body for a nigga get shotFor a weak ass *****, ***** that little whoreEven though she get my dick harder than the parol boardStick and move, slide in, slide out big gunsMack milly prepare to mob you steel philliesConnected with eightball dunn so whats the drillyOut to take it all if you wit me then feel meDont get yourself shotBleedin to death hopsI pop canners off leave a nigga head whoppedA maverick my h-k will work magicYoull find yourself in the o-r for talkin that shitStreet justice I tip the scale over cousinI hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontinGet your hardware lets treat it like a contestAnd we can dance till one of us drop from being hitMurda muzik my street life influenced itIts so real bredren I wouldnt test it I rep itA renegade crack your top like devil springVigilante niggas know the song I singIt go***** where you at kidIts where you fromCause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big gunsNo mistakes for the fake no escapeChop them boys up and puttin it in their face***** where you at kidIts where you fromCause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big gunsTo all my ice pick niggas oneTo all my dunns trying to get the ***** up out of the sprungs***** where you at kidIts where you fromCause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big gunsTo all my queens duns, niggas who pump drugsTo all the housing projects who rep for they hood***** where you at kidIts where you fromCause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big gunsTo all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggasSouth to east we keep it hard for them real niggasSouth to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
