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CHORUS
Kool G Rap
Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks
Prodigy
Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at
I know a lotta that'll tear your back
Kool G Rap
It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
Prodigy
Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats
Kool G Rap
It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap
Prodigy
Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at
VERSE 1: Kool G Rap
s**t, thug listen (What up baby?)
Ain't nothin 'round here but drug addiction
is anti-love-livin
The slug-givin little shortie on the snub itchin
For beef, he might get left in the street with his blood drippin
The poor sling crack, real raw that bang gats
Crazy lady jumped on the train tracks
Know if you owe somebody dough you better bring that
Them kids is live, put five where your brain at
You walk the streets of the slums
Know to spot beef when it come
Reach for the guns or feel the heat from the ones
Never know who your killer be (Yeah, speak to no one)
Just put a Desert Eagle beak in his lung
Leak em and run, some guys light the blunts up
(And then what?) And then go ride with the pumps up
Chopped up b*tch inside of a dumpster
Paramedics tryin to speed a nigg* pulse up
(Yo, he's a cold blue) victim of the vultures
Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops
Innocent nigg* topped, riddled with shots
Kids up in rock spots clock knots, fiddle with glocks
Ready to die for what little they got
Tricks, hoes and thugs (That's right)
The ones that put holes in mugs
Waitin outside for them ones that pose in clubs
To that strange nigg* knockin on your do' with gloves
Let the .44 blow for grub, it's no love
CHORUS
VERSE 2: Prodigy
You got uniformed cops, the D's when it's hot
TNT knockin down the door of your spot
The feds come get you once you think you on top
They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape
The CIA clip you if the s**t is that deep
Your money's that long, you ain't that strong
Informants'll bury you under the jail
They got wires and statements for juries to hear
Then they got rivals that got it clickin just like you
That's your competition, them tryin to eat too
They'll set you up for dead if you don't show strength
Extort all your workers cause you ain't built for this
Plus stick-up kids and jealous-ass
You gotta watch your front, sides and your back (d*mn)
You gotta keep your eyes on your b*tch and your mens
You gotta keep your mind sharp livin so fed
CHORUS (2X)