Where I Come From

Lyrics

[Intro] Zaytoven Uh, damn, ay Zay, you know you a fool, nigga I swear to God Givin' this beat to Fool, nigga God damn, lets get it [Chorus] I come from Burglar Bars, stolen cars Rest in peace my Dons, they fallen stars I might just kill thirty of 'em Got that thirty, it get very ugly They hatin' just to get above me You gon die, you motherfuckin' touch me I seen some coke, I wanna touch it I touched it then I wanna rub it I rubbed it then I wanna cook it Hop on the block and I'm going straight stupid I hang with the cluckers, the Js, and the boot The nine let him live but the K it went through him I'm tryin' kill your son, you better move him Dope in from Cuba, we shop in Peru too Shot your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news [Verse] Nigga, cash rules, I'm a bad dude Slap yo mama out, bitch I'm that rude I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that cruel Fucked that nigga bitch, she geekin' to set up her dude I just been toting my tool, the beef it be thicker than wool I'm geekin' to go straight to war, I shoot 'til the shell hit the core Fuck a rat, like a Muslim hate pork I'm come on stage and they roar Hop on the beat and I'm leaving it sore Just dropped a tape and they geekin' for more Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar [Chorus] I come from Burger Bobs, stolen cars Rest in peace my Dons, they fallen stars I might just kill thirty of 'em Got that thirty, it get very ugly They hatin' just to get above me You gon die, you motherfuckin' touch me I seen some coke, I wanna touch it I touched it then I wanna rub it I rubbed it then I wanna cook it Hop on the block and I'm going straight stupid I hang with the cluckers, the Js, and the boot The nine let him live but the K it went through him I'm tryin' kill your son, you better move him Dope in from Cuba, we shop in Peru too Shot your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news [Outro] I'm sorry, but we had to do it Hey, hear me When there's work to be done, nigga, we gon' get it done Uh, damn, shout out to Zay, uh Rich Shootas don't play, gang