Where Ya From (feat. 8-Ball)

Yeah

Infamous in ya area

Eight ball 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 a buck at me

If you did I'd say you got lucky

Trained to tread through land to get muddy

A yo, blood rap

Survival of the fifth style cat

I puts it down blow a round at your baseball hat

Pee, **** 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 **** wanna gain some weight

Fat belly black motherfucker D-O-G

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

A yo, fuck where you at kid

It's where you from

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

To all my Queens Dons, **** who pump drugs

To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Live and and direct from the south to your stereo

Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' okay player here we go

Strapped with infrared 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 **** buck wild

The root to all evil daisy 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 got rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead

Yo fuck where you at kid

It's where you from

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

To all my gold grill **** and my trill ****

South to East we keep it hard for them real ****

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 with you what you loaned on the block

Fuck, leaving without it done I'd rather get knocked

Charged with a ten body for a **** 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 eight ball, done yo what's the drilly?

Out to take it all if you with me then feel me

Don't get yourself shot

Bleedin' to death hops

I pop canners off leave a **** 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 **** 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 **** know the song I sing

It go, fuck where you at kid

It's where you from

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

No mistakes for the fake no escape

Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face

Ah, fuck where you at kid

It's where you from

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

To all my ice pick **** one

To all my dons trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs

Fuck' where you at kid

It's where you from

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

To all my Queens Dons, **** who pump drugs

To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Fuck where you at kid

It's where you from

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

To all my gold grill **** and my trill ****

South to East we keep it hard for them real ****

Oh, South to East we keep it hard for them real ****