Kool G Rap, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Where You At lyrics

Yo, if you make a lotta cream
And don't share them stacks

Yeah, it ain't where you from
It's where you at
I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back

It ain't where you from, kid
It's where you at

Listen, if you goin out of town
And don't bear them gats

It ain't where you from, kid
It's where you at
If you caught up in a beef
And you scared to clap

Dogs, it ain't where you from
It's where you at

Shit, thug listen (What up baby?)
Ain't nothin 'round here but drug addiction
Niggas 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 niggas sling crack
Real raw niggas 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 bitch inside of a dumpster
Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up
(Yo, he's a cold blue)
Victim of the vultures block sizzlin hot
Flooded in the middle with cops
Innocent nigga 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 nigga knockin on
Your do' with gloves
Let the 44 blow for grub, it's no love

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 shit 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 niggas 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 niggas
You gotta watch your front
Sides and your back (Damn)
You gotta keep your eyes on
Your bitch and your mens
You gotta keep your mind sharp livin so fed