Where You From?

Black Flag

Triple C

No mercy

Pray for 'em

Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?

Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?

What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?

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Where you from? Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

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Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

You know who it is, bitch, you know how I talk

You know what it is, you know what I'm 'bout

You know what I'm 'bout, smell it all in the house

I'm in and I'm out, I'm in and I'm out

I'm on the highway ridin' like a boss

Gon' let the top down, bitch, it's time for me to floss

Million dollar nigga grindin' like I'm still broke

Up in Duval, damn right, I'm dealin' dope

Got 'bout forty birds in the Motel 6

Let them boys know that it's time to get rich

I see a new Benz, see a new boat

Better see your fuckin' limits, I can see you're goin' broke

Not me, bitch, 'cause I'm still whippin' up

Million dollar deals, new Phantoms whippin' up

You fuckin' with the best, you can't even hate

Every time you look, I'ma say it in your face

Triple C's

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Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

There go Gunplay, hot, yeah, trippin' on a one-on-one

Spillin' all this Hennessy, flippin' up another blunt

Nigga, where the fuck you from? Throw it up and die for it

Ride with your iron for it, lie and do your time for it

Back sparks, ball hard, murder, kill, armed robbery

Ridin' with my strap on me, wish a nigga try one

Holla at my homie 'nem, let 'em know I'm back in town

Seven people hit the house, fuck 'em, we ain't backin' down

Skatin' on them skinnies with a skinny-ridin' shotty

Had the blockers blockin' haters, can't see 'em through my Pradas

I'm boss, under the boss, clips get emptied for Ricky

Don't tempt me, I'm itchin', stop movin', no flinchin'

Bitch, I'm on my grind like I'm pumpin' up a dime

Now you see the yellow brick road, bezel Johnny Wise

Triple C, triple dose, comin' right back 'round

Your trap shut down, it's the White House now

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Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

I'm from the Timberland state, homicide ain't a thing

North Face a leather, the dollar signs on the jeans

Ticked up clean, still shiesty than a motherfucker

Use your white tape, for your eyes to see, your mother suffer

Gloves, mask and the ratchet stashed in the trunk

I'll beat your ass to a pulp, teach you when not to pump

Cocaine on my MySpace, blocks through my Hotmail

MSN, AOL, "Yayo, boy, I got mail"

Lay low in the cops' trail, cocktails in Scottsdale

Arizona locked down, crystal meth poppin' here

Miss me with that rap shit, I don't trade bars

My brave heart'll lay your ass in the graveyard

I'm OT, hand-to-hand on the graveyard

Triple C, a hundred grand for my chain charm

My game strong, so my change long

When your name known, first sign of weakness, your brain's gone

That's New York

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Where you from? Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

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Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

Bouncin', creepin' hard in my Chevy

Old school Zapco, and you know it's beatin' heavy

I'm the boss at the Ross, I'm Calico Brisco

Straight from the county where them niggas tote them pistols

Uh, keep it movin' on the Fort Myers

Watch how you drive, I got yay in all four tires

Uh, they say that boy there got his swag back

He the type of goon that traffic choppers in the trash bags

Uh, where you from, lil' dawg?

Represent your set, let 'em know you ain't soft

Show 'em how you lie, show 'em how you son

Show 'em how to open shop and move twenty blocks a month

I'm in the middle of the projects, rappin' with a broad

The only ticket out the ghetto, get a baby daddy scarred

Uh, way I'm livin' be the hardest

See the po-po's runnin' regardless

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Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

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Where you from? Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?

Where you from? Where you from? Where you from? Where you from?

Where you from? Motherfucker, where you from?