Lil' Flip - Where You From lyrics

(Verse 1 - Flip) I'm from the place where they pa**ed on my homie Vince Young I'm from the place where even teenagers got guns I'm from the place where J.Prince paved the way I'm from the place where my n***a Screw sold gray tapes I'm from the place where we drink codiene like milk I'm from the place where they keep the bumper kit on tilt I'm from the place the young n***as rob for funds I'm from the state where the D - boys'll hide your son My bullet proof block shots like Olajuwon I keep a cane with me like I'm Ronald Isley's son I'm from the place where we get the kilo's for cheap I'm from the place where you have to pay off the police I'm from the place where the crime rate continue to rise You ain't ballin you had to look at the menu for fries So next time you see Flip at a show just scream And six million records later, hold up Sandy check the paper (Chorus) Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from (Verse 2 - Young Noble) Yeah this life of an Outlaw ain't easy I was raised in Jersey, born in La'Leezy That's Loscandlous - homie I'm both handed Best of both coast's, raised by the vultures My mama was a hustler, then became a customer I'm a young distrubuter - it's like we never had enough Get it, have it and keep it all in that order Fill a Swisher with a quarter, most of my n***as is caught up The good die young - a, the streets is hungry Nothin but g**nin on the streets of Jersey We came up in stolen cars, Redman and Nore Play the block twenty - four hours it's all for the money Beef patty, coco bread, quarter juices, and chips On the stoop gettin rich till we scoop by the pigs Yeah it's Young Nob'and Flip - we on the stoop gettin rich till we swoop from the pigs (Chorus) Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from (Verse 3 - Gudda) I'm from the murder capital, where they murder for capital Guerilla's with bananna clips, gotta keep a mac or two Young Rambo, sh** load of ammo Hit everything in sight, n***as will can you I use to post on the block for the dividends Now I get paid on the mic spittin synonyms This kadafi sh**, n***a I'm a bomb on 'em Outlaw, Fatal with the flow - put the crown on 'em Starin at the world thru my rearview Gla** house whip sittin nice, that's the clear Coupe This the city where the skinny n***as die at This the city where the skinny n***as ride at I use to grind crack just to get the right scratch And now I ride tracks, punishin the high hats I'm lookin up cause the city is mine You'll never find another city gritty as mine(New Orleans) (Chorus Till End)