Tec-9, B.G. - Where Ya From lyrics

[Tec-9, B.G. - Where Ya From lyrics]

Where you from? Represent where
You from nigga! Where you from? Where you
From? Where your from? Take it to the street
Twerk somethin' twerk somethin'
Now take it to the street
Twerk sometin' twerk somethin'
Where you from? Represent where
You from nigga! Where you from? Where you
From? Where your from? Take it to the street
Twerk somethin' twerk somethin'
Now take it to the street
Twerk sometin' twerk somethin'

Now that the heat done scorched ya
I sparked at'cha laughed at'cha
You know you done fucked up with the master
And you still suckin' on my dick
Because you bite my shit, and recite my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and
You sing my shit
Partners-N-Crime, y'all bitches with
That war claimin'
Y'all be claimin' the seventeenth
But never hangin'
Have you ever put in work for your hood?
You niggas talk about that boy
Rap about that boy
But, you coward muthafuckas never
Seen that boy
Y'all the fakest muthafuckas alive!
Tell me where y'all from? Nigga tell
Me where the fuck y'all from?
If you don't wanna survive then keep it up
And let me give you the 3rd Ward treatment
Coward bitches always with that creepin'
If I would have caught'cha
I would have brought'cha in the Calliope
And burnt'cha like a bitch
Cuz I don't got no love for
These niggas or these cliques
I'm sick of the hoe shit
The Black Connection ready to take a hit
I got a posse full of niggas and they bout it
I represent, to the fullest
Supplyin' my niggas with only
Hollow tip bullets like Yella said
You should have thought twice when
You said my name by now you know you said
The fuckin' wrong name mane
Don't let me catch'cha
I wet'cha put that on my Mama
You niggas lame
Nothin' shakin' y'all ain't bout no drama
So let me hear ya holler, if ya feel me
And after this you bitches prolly
Wanna come and kill me but, I'm unfadeable
On top of that you got no balls
Cuz when the drama jumps off, your shit falls
And I don't need no introduction
Cuz I'm crackin' your bitch
Face with phat lyrics, and phat production

Now I'ma do it like a real G do it
I'm walkin'
And my four ten is doin' the talkin'
I do my dirt on the cool, fa sho
Handle business by myself and dump
Your body in the Melph
Then I call up my nigga
From the Black Connection
And tell them what I want them to
Do with the rest of your CLIQUE
Even the ones that ain't
Down with the bullshit
The good guys suffer for the bad guys rip
Don't ever cross a G, like me
The muthafuckin' capital T, to the E
To the C you never heard the name P-N-C
Floatin' on the streets
Until them bitches started dissin' UNLV
I can't respect'cha cuz you not original
And you still tryin' to sound like Reginold
Yeah, my style is buck wild
My flow is like the Nile
And the BG is hyper
Earnin' stripes like a tiger
Chop yo ass like Viper
And wash you like a windshield wiper
So call Mama
Tell her that you won't be makin' dinner
And leave the Police out
Or else I'll go and get her
Lil' Ya will put the Tec in they mouth
Bring it out, so we can show them bitches
What it's all about (What it's all about)

Big Boy you better skip town nigga
Don't hang around nigga
Cuz if I catch'cha, I'ma bring ya down nigga
I'ma clown nigga
With the seventeen rounds nigga
BLUCKA, BLUCKA to yo head
How that sound nigga?
Knowin' you ain't bout that drama
Talkin' above yo head
Fat mouth nigga and they'll find
Yo monkey ass dead a Baby Gangsta
Straight bout it and I'm ready to prove it
If you bout it
There it is partner we can do it
Pussy says "Drama Time"
Where the fuck you at?
You on wax talkin' about let's go gat for gat
But it don't count like that
Put aside rappin'
Let's start strappin', bring on the cappin'
I got a clique with Glocks, choppers
And Mac-11's
Nigga tryin' to build nuts off a
Case that's dumped for seven
But, I'ma show ya some real street shit
Underestimate a BG
Bound to get'cha head split
I already keep a roll of
Duct tape and rope Black so watch'cha back
Because you'll find yourself smacked
I already said I'd get that pussy
With the braids but he duckin'
Curious, he must have heard I'm serious
They givin' me a mean
Look because they bigger
I don't know what make'em figure
That I won't pull the trigger
But that's where they wrong at
Cuz I'll wax they fuckin' patch
Fuck that boot camp clique
I'll send ya to Hell nigga
If you want the BG
You'll find me on VL nigga
When you get it on your mind
We can flex skills
Y'all say you got a hundred G's
But my niggas got a mill
So wassup? Put your money where that dick go
Chuck! You ole trick ass hoe
Stop playin' with me
I done did enough speakin'
Hollows I'ma be releasin'
Blood just a leakin'
Get your nuts out'cha stomach my nigga
Get your heart out'cha ass nigga
Never had my dick sucked by a man before
Mystikal you gone be the first
You lil' trick ass hoe

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