歌曲 | Where Ya From (Album Version) |
歌手 | Mobb Deep |
专辑 | Murda Muzik |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Smith | |
Yeah, infamous in ya area | |
Eightball 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 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, Niggas 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 nigga wanna gain some weight | |
Fat belly black motherfuckin' | |
D O GAnd I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me | |
Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my | |
Queens Duns, | |
Niggas who pump drugs | |
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 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 waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag | |
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle | |
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas 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, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns | |
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
Feel my though, you don't want to get filled up with holes | |
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose | |
Wipin' her tears 'cause somethin' on your top got shot | |
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block | |
Fuck, leavin' without it dunn | |
I'd rather get knocked | |
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot | |
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore | |
Even though she get my dick harder than the parole 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 death hops | |
I pop canners off leave a nigga 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 nigga 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 itA renegade crack your top like devil spring | |
Vigilante niggas know the song | |
I singIt go, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
No mistakes for the fake no escape | |
Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face | |
Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my ice pick niggas one | |
To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the sprungs | |
Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my | |
Queens Duns, | |
Niggas 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 niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |
zuo ci : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Smith | |
Yeah, infamous in ya area | |
Eightball 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 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, Niggas 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 nigga wanna gain some weight | |
Fat belly black motherfuckin' | |
D O GAnd I' m a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me | |
Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my | |
Queens Duns, | |
Niggas who pump drugs | |
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 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 waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag | |
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle | |
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas 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, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns | |
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
Feel my though, you don' t want to get filled up with holes | |
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose | |
Wipin' her tears ' cause somethin' on your top got shot | |
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block | |
Fuck, leavin' without it dunn | |
I' d rather get knocked | |
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot | |
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore | |
Even though she get my dick harder than the parole 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 death hops | |
I pop canners off leave a nigga 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 nigga 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 itA renegade crack your top like devil spring | |
Vigilante niggas know the song | |
I singIt go, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
No mistakes for the fake no escape | |
Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face | |
Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my ice pick niggas one | |
To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the sprungs | |
Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my | |
Queens Duns, | |
Niggas 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 niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |
zuò cí : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Smith | |
Yeah, infamous in ya area | |
Eightball 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 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, Niggas 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 nigga wanna gain some weight | |
Fat belly black motherfuckin' | |
D O GAnd I' m a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me | |
Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my | |
Queens Duns, | |
Niggas who pump drugs | |
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 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 waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag | |
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle | |
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas 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, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns | |
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
Feel my though, you don' t want to get filled up with holes | |
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose | |
Wipin' her tears ' cause somethin' on your top got shot | |
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block | |
Fuck, leavin' without it dunn | |
I' d rather get knocked | |
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot | |
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore | |
Even though she get my dick harder than the parole 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 death hops | |
I pop canners off leave a nigga 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 nigga 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 itA renegade crack your top like devil spring | |
Vigilante niggas know the song | |
I singIt go, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
No mistakes for the fake no escape | |
Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face | |
Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my ice pick niggas one | |
To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the sprungs | |
Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my | |
Queens Duns, | |
Niggas 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 niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |