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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, saying d*mn why I be like that
Listen close you can learn from it
It's real black
Gangsta s**t makes the world rotate
If eight was all make a nigg* wanna gain some weight
Fat belly black motherfkin D-O-G
And I'm a thug for them young thuggin for me
Ayo
fk where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, 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 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 waiving my motherfkin soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis Ten made a lot of 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
Yo fk where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill and my trail
South to east we keep it hard for them real
Feel my though, You don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose
Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block
fk, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked
Charged with a ten body for a nigg* get shot
For a weak as* b*tch, fk that little wh*re
Even though she get my d*ck harder than the parol 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 nigg* head whopped
A maverick my H-K will work magic
You'll find yourself in the O-R for talkin that s**t
Street justice I tip the scale over cousin
I hold more weight you just a no name nigg* 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
Its so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it
A renegade crack your top like devil spring
Vigilante know the song I sing
It go
fk where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no escape
Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face
fk where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
To all my ice pick one
To all my dunns trying to get the fk up out of the sprungs
fk where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood
fk where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill and my trail
South to east we keep it hard for them real
South to east we keep it hard for them real