Fuck Where Ya From

You're not a fucking gangsta, bitch!
Hahaha, ain't nothing to ya
I see straight through ya, ho nigga
T.I.P., Mac Boney and Jeezy, understand that?
Pimp Squad, Grand Hustle
Let 'em know, shawty

I'm from the South, I don't like no lame

You got a problem with it? Fight then, lame
Pull ya pistol out, put ya fists up
Where ya game face, nigga? You a bitch, huh?

I should've known you wasn't real
Got punked by a lil' nigga, tell me how you feel

You ain't gutta, you ain't gangsta for shit
I could've robbed you ten times, you should be thanking your bitch
The only reason I ain't get you 'cause she sucking my dick
I got news for these niggas who ain't down with my clique
I'm tattooing pussy niggas with the butt of my clip
Knock ya teeth down ya throat, make ya swallow them shits
This ain't hip hop, nigga, this is drive-by music
Something to listen to while I load my Uzi
You got a choice, you can run or get shot, you better choose it
Got a brain in ya skull, young nigga, you better use it

Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
'Cause niggas get they head blown off where I'm from (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
'Cause niggas get they head blown off where I'm from

I'm a certified Westside nigga (In the A)
I done survived where the best died, nigga (And we don't play)
Ain't in a gang but respected by the vets
Ain't nothing changed, still'll put a lead one in ya chest
Don't think just 'cause I got a seven-digit check

That you can pop and flex and not consider Tip a threat
Signed, sealed and delivered, it's a bet
Might catch me all alone with two pistols and a TEC
I'll shoot ya in the ass, spend a hundred grand on the case
He ain't wanna die, he should've kept his hands out my face
At the age of fifteen, I'm shooting it out with grown folk
From Bankhead to Simpson Road, Zone 1 to Zone 4, nigga

Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
'Cause niggas get they head blown off where I'm from (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
'Cause niggas get they head blown off where I'm from

Who the fuck want what? You can damn sure get it
Fifty rounds, I'ma damn sure hit it
Niggas talk big 'til you see about 'em
Now it's niggas in his hood gotta read about him
Yeah, nigga, you get ya issue here
Assault rifles, no pistols here

For playing with the bad guys
Have ya partners wearing white tees like Franchise
I'm here now and I ain't going nowhere
Carbon 15's tucked in my Rocawear
Pussy ass niggas, I got no love for ya
And if ya ever out of line, I got slugs for ya
You don't want me to get the streets involved
Or better yet, make a call and get Meech involved

And you ain't straightening shit, homie
It's CTE, what up, Mac Boney?

Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
'Cause niggas get they head blown off where I'm from (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
Fuck where ya from, it's all about how ya come (You here now)
'Cause niggas get they head blown off where I'm from

You're not a fucking gangsta, bitch!