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Kool G Rap - Where You At lyrics
f/ Prodigy [ CHORUS ] [ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at [ Prodigy ] Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap [ Prodigy ] Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at [ VERSE 1: Kool G Rap ] 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 [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Prodigy ] 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 [ CHORUS (2X) ] |
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