Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Where Ya From lyrics

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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
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