Lyrics

[Intro: Wyclef Jean, Sara] Y'all hear the guitars? Wyclef is in the building Puffy came to get me I have officially made the band I'm a rockstar (Uh, uh) Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh a duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh a duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh a duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh, a-duh-duh [Chorus: Sara] Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? What are you gonna do? Do you know? [Verse 1: Chopper City, Babs, Freddy P, Ness] So, where you from? Where chicks rock Air Force 1's Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done So, where you from? Where they don't rock Air Force 1's We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns So, where you from? Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe Man, where you from? Where guerillas don't be messing with cops You catch a case Go on the run and still hugging the block So, what you doing? Big ballin', money makin' and flossin' Sean Johnin', you know how we do it in New Orleans So, what you doing? What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big I'm cockin' it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig Man, what you doing? Man, I'm minding my biz, I'm tryna to feed my kids I can't starve, dog, I need my rib Yo, what you doing? Shuttin' broads down, believe me On my grind all night, 'cause your girl is greedy Whoooo [Chorus: Sara] Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? What are you gonna do? Do you know? [Verse 2: Ness, Babs, Chopper City, Freddy P] All I know Somebody better have my money If being broke is a joke, I don't find that funny All I know That chicks better respect my gangsta I'm far from your mother, but I still will spank ya All I know Is this project living is shit What could you tell me if you ain't never been in this here? All I know My flow put me through better doors And bought two gold pedals for that Bentley Azure, euurrrke [Refrain: Sara, Wyclef Jean] Please, don't give up, on your life (Don't give up) Ghetto child, it's alright, it's alright (Ghetto child) [Verse 3: Dylan & Wyclef Jean] The sun will come out tomorrow Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto But so we go, so we go When the sun come out to shine I'd be so ready for die now Forgive me for my sins But I still holding me nine-ah VIP looking for another man for rob now Just another way for escape Riker's Island [Verse 4: Freddy P, Chopper City, Babs, Ness] I'm gonna prove to these dudes I can get me a Coupe Without snatching you out of yours With that steam on you, blakoww I wanna prove I'm a superstar My rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals You know who we are I'm gonna prove it That Babs is the best in the game So, thugs hold on tight Like I'm snatching your chain And I'm gonna prove it To the chicks that cold shouldered me And the record labels That chose to look over me, ha I ain't going back to jail To a pack of Oodles and Noodles In the wack of my cell Dudes get cut in the yard We rushing the guards We taking over it's a riot Gun button the Sarge All of my homies with wheels Waiting for in the peel Is all the way real We peel penintentiary steel, come on [Chorus: Sara] Do you know where you're going to? (Do you know, oh) Do you like the things that life is showing you? What are you gonna do? (You gotta know) Do you know? [Refrain: Wyclef Jean] Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let's go [Outro: Babs, Chopper City, Freddy P, Sara, *Dylan* & **Ness**] Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing Chopper City straight out of New Orleans The infamous Freddy P. from the M-I-A It's Sara Stokes with the Midwest Swing *Dylan Dillinger doing me thing* (Do-do your thing) **E-Ness, that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow* Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh duh-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh