PSC - f** Where Ya From lyrics

You are not a f**ing gangsta b**h [Intro: T.I.] Ain't nothing to ya, I see stright thru ya. Ho n***a T.I.P. Mac Boney and Jeezy... ya underdstand that Pimp Squad, Grand Hustle Let them know shawty [Verse 1: Mac Boney] I'm from the South I ain't like no lane. You got a problem then fight then lames Pull your pistol out (pull it out), put your fist up (put em up) Where your game face, n***a? you a b**h, huh? (you a b**h n***a) I shoulda known you wasn't real Got punked by a lil' n***a, tell me how you feel (how you feel, b**h?) You ain't gutta, you ain't gangsta for sh** I coulda robbed you ten times, you should be thankin' your b**h Only reason I ain't get you it's 'cuz she s**ing my dick I got news for these n***as who ain't down with my clique I'm tattooin' p**y n***as with the bu*t of my clip Knock your teeth down your throat make you swallow them sh** This ain't hip-hop n***a, this is drive-by music (drive-by music) Something to listen to this while I load my Uzi Choice. You can run or get shot, you better choose it Got a brain in your skull young n***a you better you it [Hook: Mac Boney] f** where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now) f** where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now) f** where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now) 'Cuz n***as get they head blown off where I'm from (your here now) [x2] [Verse 2 - T.I.] I'm a certified Westside n***a, (In the A) I done survived where the best die n***a (we don't play) Ain't in the game but respected by the vets Ain't nothing changed still will put eleven in your chest Don't think just 'cuz I got a seven digit check That you can pop and flex and not consider Tip a threat Sign, sealed and delivered. It's a bet Might catch me all alone with two pistols and a tec I'll shoot you now and spend a 100 grand on a case He ain't wanna die, he shoulda kept his hands out my face At the age of 15, I'm shootin' it out with grown folk Bankhead to Simpson Road Zone 1 to Zone 4 [Hook] [x2] [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] Who the f** want what? You can damn sure get it Fifty rounds, I'ma damn sure hit it n***a talk big 'til you see about them Now his n***as in the hood gotta read about him Yeahhh n***a, you get you issue here Assault rifles, no pistols here For playing with the bad guys Have your partners wearing white tees like franchise I'm here now and I ain't going nowhere Carbon 15 tucked in my Rocawear (let's get it) p**y a** n***as, I got no love for ya And if your ever outta line I got slugs for ya You don't want me to get the streets involved Or better yet, get Meech involved, BMF n***a And you ain't straightening sh** homie It's CTE PSC what up, Mac Boney? [Hook] [x2]