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Chorus [Tec-9]: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`First Verse [Tec-9]:Now that the heat done scorched ya, I sparked at`chaLaughed at`cha, you know you done fucked up with the masterAnd you still suckin` on my dick,Because you bite my shit, and recite my shitSwitch my rhymes all around and you sing my shitPartners-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 boyBut you coward muthafuckas never seen that boyY`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 bitchCuz I don`t got no love for these niggas or these cliquesI`m sick of the hoe shit, the Black Connection ready to take a hitI got a posse full of niggas and they bout it,I represent, to the fullest,Supplyin` my niggas with only hollow tip bulletsLike Yella said, you should have thought twice when you said my nameBy now you know you said the fuckin` wrong name maneDon`t let me catch`cha, I wet`cha put that on my MamaYou niggas lame, nothin` shakin` y`all ain`t bout no dramaSo let me hear ya holler, if ya feel me,And after this you bitches prolly wanna come and kill meBut I`m unfadeable, on top of that you got no balls,Cuz when the drama jumps off, your shit fallsAnd I don`t need no introduction,Cuz I`m crackin` your bitch face with phat lyrics, and phat productionChorusSecond Verse [Tec-9]: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 CLIQUEEven the ones that ain`t down with the bullshit,The good guys suffer for the bad guys ripDon`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` U.N.L.V.I can`t respect`cha cuz you not original,And you still tryin` to sound like ReginoldYeah, my style is buck wild, my flow is like the Nile,And the B.G. is hyper, earnin` stripes like a tiger,Chop yo ass like Viper, and wash you like a windshield wiperSo call Mama, tell her that you won`t be makin` dinner,And leave the Police out, or else I`ll go and get herLil` 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)ChorusThird Verse [B.G.]Big Boy you better skip town nigga, don`t hang around niggaCuz 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 headFat mouth nigga and they`ll find yo monkey ass deadA 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`sNigga tryin` to build nuts off a case that`s dumped for sevenBut I`ma show ya some real street shit,Underestimate a B.G., bound to get`cha head splitI already keep a roll of duct tape and rope Black,So watch`cha back, because you`ll find yourself smackedI already said I`d get that pussy with the braids but he duckin`,Curious, he must have heard I`m seriousThey givin` me a mean look because they biggerI don`t know what make`em figure, that I won`t pull the triggerBut that`s where they wrong at,Cuz I`ll wax they fuckin` patchFuck that boot camp clique, I`ll send ya to Hell nigga,If you want the B.G., you`ll find me on V.L. 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 goChuck! You ole trick ass hoeStop 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 niggaNever had my dick sucked by a man before,Mystikal you gone be the first you lil` trick ass hoeChorus

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