| Song | Where Ya From (Album Version) |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Murda Muzik |
| 作词 : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Smith | |
| 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, Niggas saying damn why | |
| I be like that | |
| Listen close you can learn from it, it's real black | |
| Gangsta shit makes the world rotate | |
| If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight | |
| Fat belly black motherfuckin' | |
| D O GAnd I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me | |
| Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my | |
| Queens Duns, | |
| Niggas 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 infrared 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 waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag | |
| A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle | |
| Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas 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, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns | |
| To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
| South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
| Feel my though, you don't want to get filled up with holes | |
| Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose | |
| Wipin' her tears 'cause somethin' on your top got shot | |
| Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block | |
| Fuck, leavin' without it dunn | |
| I'd rather get knocked | |
| Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot | |
| For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore | |
| Even though she get my dick harder than the parole 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 nigga head whopped | |
| A maverick my | |
| H K will work magic | |
| You'll find yourself in the | |
| O R for talkin' that shit | |
| Street justice | |
| I tip the scale over cousin | |
| I hold more weight you just a no name nigga 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 | |
| It's so real bredren | |
| I wouldn't test it | |
| I rep itA renegade crack your top like devil spring | |
| Vigilante niggas know the song | |
| I singIt go, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| No mistakes for the fake no escape | |
| Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face | |
| Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my ice pick niggas one | |
| To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the sprungs | |
| Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my | |
| Queens Duns, | |
| Niggas who pump drugs | |
| To all the housing projects who rep for they hood | |
| Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
| South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
| South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Smith | |
| 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, Niggas saying damn why | |
| I be like that | |
| Listen close you can learn from it, it' s real black | |
| Gangsta shit makes the world rotate | |
| If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight | |
| Fat belly black motherfuckin' | |
| D O GAnd I' m a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me | |
| Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my | |
| Queens Duns, | |
| Niggas 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 infrared 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 waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag | |
| A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle | |
| Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas 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, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns | |
| To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
| South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
| Feel my though, you don' t want to get filled up with holes | |
| Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose | |
| Wipin' her tears ' cause somethin' on your top got shot | |
| Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block | |
| Fuck, leavin' without it dunn | |
| I' d rather get knocked | |
| Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot | |
| For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore | |
| Even though she get my dick harder than the parole 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 nigga head whopped | |
| A maverick my | |
| H K will work magic | |
| You' ll find yourself in the | |
| O R for talkin' that shit | |
| Street justice | |
| I tip the scale over cousin | |
| I hold more weight you just a no name nigga 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 | |
| It' s so real bredren | |
| I wouldn' t test it | |
| I rep itA renegade crack your top like devil spring | |
| Vigilante niggas know the song | |
| I singIt go, fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| No mistakes for the fake no escape | |
| Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face | |
| Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my ice pick niggas one | |
| To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the sprungs | |
| Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my | |
| Queens Duns, | |
| Niggas who pump drugs | |
| To all the housing projects who rep for they hood | |
| Fuck where you at kid, it' s where you from' | |
| Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns | |
| To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas | |
| South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas | |
| South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |