Where Ya From

Lyrics

[Intro: Havoc] Yeah Infamous in ya area Eightball in ya area About to cause mass hysteria Yo... yo... [Verse 1: Havoc] Yo, ashes to ashes, big gats to little I put it to you clear, while you cats talk in riddles Think of buckin' me? If you did, I'd say you got lucky Trained to tread through lands that get muddy [Verse 2: Prodigy] Aiyyo, blood rap Survival of the fit style cat I puts it down, blow a round at your baseball hat P., niggas saying damn why I be like that? Listen close, you can learn from it – it's real, black [Verse 3: Eightball] Gangsta shit makes the world rotate Izz-Eight Bizz-all make a nigga wanna gain some weight Fat belly black motherfuckin' D-O-G And I'ma thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me [Chorus 1: Prodigy & Havoc, Prodigy] Aiyyo, fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens dunns, niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood [Verse 4: Eightball] Live and direct, from the South to your stereo Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' – okay, player, here we go Strapped with infa-red 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, waving my motherfuckin' soldier rag A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle Memphis, Tenn' made a lot of niggas buck wild The root to all evil, daily I chase it Blow it on weed and drank, then hustle to replace it It's hard from the start, where I lay my head We get rowdy and bust shots 'til we raise the dead [Chorus 2: Havoc & Prodigy, Eightball] 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 trill niggas South to East, we keep it hard for them real niggas [Verse 5: Havoc] Feel me though, you don't want to get filled up with holes Moms filling out surgery card, blowing her nose Wiping the tears 'cause something on your top got shot Should have brought along wit' you what you'd loaned on the block Fuck leaving without it, dunn, I'd rather get knocked Or charged with a ten-body, 'fore 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 [Verse 6: Prodigy] Don't get yourself shot Bleedin' to death, hops I pop cannons 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, let's treat it like a contest And we can dance 'til 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 spray Vigilante niggas know the song I sing – it go... [Chorus 3: Prodigy & Havoc, Eightball] Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns No mistakes for the fake, no escape Chop them boys up and put it in their face [Chorus 4: Prodigy & Havoc, Prodigy] Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my ice pick niggas, one To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs [Chorus 1: Prodigy & Havoc, Prodigy] Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from 'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens dunns, niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood [Chorus 2: Havoc & Prodigy, Eightball] 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 trill niggas South to East, we keep it hard for them real niggas [Outro: Eightball] Ugh – South to East, we keep it hard for them real niggas