Chris Lighty - Where Ya From lyrics

Yeah Infamous in ya area Eightball in ya area About to cause ma** 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***as saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it It's real black Gangsta sh** makes the world rotate If eight was all make a n***a wanna gain some weight Fat belly black motherf**in D-O-G And I'm a thug for them young n***as thuggin for me Ayo f** where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from n***as pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens Duns, n***as who pump d** 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 gla** I shatter they raggedy a** South style waiving my motherf**in soldier rag A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle Memphis Ten made a lot of n***as 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 f** where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from n***as pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill n***as and my trail n***as South to east we keep it hard for them real n***as 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**, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked Charged with a ten body for a n***a get shot For a weak a** b**h, f** that little who*e 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 d**h hops I pop canners off leave a n***a head whopped A maverick my H-K will work magic You'll find yourself in the O-R for talkin that sh** Street justice I tip the scale over cousin I hold more weight you just a no name n***a 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 n***as know the song I sing It go f** where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from n***as pack nothing but the big guns No mistakes for the fake no escape Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face f** where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from n***as pack nothing but the big guns To all my ice pick n***as one To all my dunns trying to get the f** up out of the sprungs f** where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from n***as pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens Duns, n***as who pump d** To all the housing projects who rep for they hood f** where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from n***as pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill n***as and my trail n***as South to east we keep it hard for them real n***as South to east we keep it hard for them real n***as