paroles de chanson Where Ya From - Mobb Deep featuring Eight 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 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
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