Plan B - Where Ya From? lyrics

(Where you from?) I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes that smile in your face as they plot to do wrong (Where you from?) I'm from a town where the mans will take you down if they see you making pounds and flashing it around like you the don ('Cause where I'm from?) They don't give a f** if you got talent, only got love for your bank balance like, "Give me the wong!" (That's where I'm from) Don't ever get it twisted. Yeah I'm really, really from the ends now what the f** you want? I'm walking down the street, past the coppers on the beat Past the shotters blotting weed Clear for everyone to see, but no-one gives a D 'Cause this is everyday life f** the police It's a ghetto state of mind 'Cept where I'm living I can't see no ghetto, this ain't America, it's England, where we live ain't nothing special You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting *ecko; 50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal Objects Now the object is to k** How can you value life when you're so close to d**h? Stainless steel How's it make you feel Blud, holding that buckey? Knowledge is power, guns just make you feel lucky It's f**ry the way these yout' man like to go on, busting shots in the crowd when there's a show on, they're just putting a show on Real gangsters stay underground like non-fiction, they don't fire blanks at Yanks like when Nas played at Brixton Thrill seeking dickheads just doing it for kicks and Hear a next man speak their name from his lips and Give a guy props for licking shots from a gun like if they fired one at him the f**ing prick wouldn't run. It's like they're Praising these yout's for acting so dumb and it's no excuse Most of us are fatherless sons (Where you from?) I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes that smile in your face as they plot to do wrong (Where you from?) I'm from a town where the mans will take you down if they see you making pounds and flashing it around like you the don ('Cause where I'm from?) They don't give a f** if you got talent, only got love for your bank balance like, "Give me the wong!" (That's where I'm from) Don't ever get it twisted. Yeah I'm really, really from the ends now what the f** you want? Yo, where you from? Are you really from the ends? Well that depends on what the f** you mean by ends, if you south of the Thames, then nah, I ain't from them ends I'm from these ends, they call it the Eastend, my friend And round here you gotta watch your back 'cause everyone's bent Bare man who think they're rough just 'cause they're shotting the peng Hating on Plan B 'cause they don't know me as Ben Yout's as young as ten walking round thinking they're men They're under the influence, and I ain't even talking 'bout d** I'm talking bout why the f** they're walking like thugs They're in love with the idea of being a gangster, romantic idealisms producing hot jism like a wa*ker What ever happened to good old fashioned street fighting like Blanka? Queensbury Rules, mate, that's how I vent anger Vent my anger Knock out your teeth if you bring me beef Leave you looking like a chief Where you from blud, where you from? What's your name? (Where you from?) Plan B? Yeah I've heard of you, still Yeah yeah, you're f**ed up, you're f**ed up ('Cause where I'm from?) Yeah, yeah, that's cool though (Thats' where I'm from) Give me your phone, anyway Give me your phone I don't give a sh** Give me your phone, blud Don't make me jibb you up You see this blade and I'll cut your throat