Where Ya From [album Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

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 G 

And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me 

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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 

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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 it 

A renegade crack your top like devil spring 

Vigilante niggas know the song I sing 

It 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