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Tru - Where U From lyrics
*Featuring Master P, Halleluyah, & Silkk the Shocker [Intro - Master P - talking] New No Limit up in here (yeah, a haha) Represent! This goes out to them boys (in Texas) With the motherfuckin golds in they mouth (Georgia) And them girls (Arkansas) with them golds in they mouth (North Carolina, haha) Louisiana to Alabama to Mississippi (get buck) to Kentucky (throw 'em up) to Tennessee, let's roll [Chorus - Master P] Where you from nigga? (WESTSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (EASTSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (NORTHSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (SOUTHSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (WESTSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (EASTSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (NORTHSIDE NIGGA) Where you from nigga? (SOUTHSIDE NIGGA) [Verse 1 - Master P] I'm straight from the streets and I'ma tell it like it was Represent this bitch for the Crips and the Bloods With niggaz on the block, with them automatic toys And them niggaz in the game, that's still makin noise I'm straight from the swamps, where them gators they'll get ya The Calio projects, where the boys they'll hit ya Don't come around here playin, whoadi it ain't a game In broad daylight they can still call in your chain I'ma country boy, but I don't ride on no camels I'm in the Bentley Coupe, 24's spinnin the saddle I'm from the city - that's shaped like a boot Where niggaz are bankin, when I ain't talkin 'bout hoop Where they gone off that water, and they shootin that legal Nigga die in my hood, they arms the size of Vin Diesel And the streets is real, I've seen little kids get killed And if you take a loss motherfucker, you ain't real [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Halleluyah] Yeah, where you from motherfucker, throw your hood up high, nigga Let me see you pump your sets in the sky If you reppin the southside, then please let me know Either your rockin with the Lou, Florida, or the NO Fuck it, let's together like all of us kin folks And hit the game together like all of us pimp folk, yeah You get your chin broke, you playin with No Limit niggaz You think this shit joke, we show you ain't no gimmick niggaz Macks and nines that'll clap your spine Need a quick reaction time, when you step outta line nigga Ridin on 24's, what we specialize in TV in our lap, fully loaded while we drivin Gold teeth, good Lord chickens lovin our slang And we hold heat for war, niggaz doin they thang, mayn So get it up, if ya hood what ya brought up Take a bloody Mary straight to the mouth, ya heard? [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Silkk the Shocker] Yeah, yeah, yeah Let me start by sayin off the bat nigga, I don't give a fuck I'm in a project with all my jewels on, like "HA NIGGA WHAT" I'ma real nigga, y'all niggaz scared and frail I'ma gangsta, I ain't never been scared of jail Only problem with jail nigga, is that I'm losin my time And now it's boxing, no more me usin the nine Or usin the tech, I gotta get my jab game up Stick and move, you know, nigga learn to use my left And while I'm here, let me make a few things clear If I'm in the building, it's at least 85 million up in here And Shocker name hold weight, like the Governor of Louisiana And y'all got problems, once he get out the slammer I'm like "Nick," last name the way I keep me a "Cannon" And I'm rich, like nothin for me to do, but drive by in the Phantom I'm from the dirty, ya heard? We do nothin but ball here Ask my block with the rock, I'm the "Truth" like Paul Pierce You know where I'm from [Chorus] |
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