โหลดเพลง mp3 Where Ya From (Album Version) - Mobb Deep

Where Ya From (Album Version) - Mobb Deep featuring Eight Ball
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 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 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 drugs
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