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2009-07-23

Where Ya From

Yeah, infamous in ya area Eightball in ya area About to 'cause ma*s 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 motherf**kin' D O G And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me Ayo, f**k 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 gla*s I shatter they raggedy a*s South style waivin' my motherf**kin' 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, f**k 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 f**k, leavin' without it dunn I'd rather get knocked Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot For a weak a*s bitch, f**k that little whore Even though she get my d**k 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 it A renegade crack your top like devil spring Vigilante niggas know the song I sing It go, f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k up out of the sprungs f**k 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 f**k 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

Murda Muzik

1999-08-17

Murda Muzik
  1. Intro
  2. Streets Raised Me
  3. What's Ya Poison
  4. Spread Love
  5. Let A Ho Be A Ho
  6. I'm Going Out
  7. Allustrious
  8. Adrenaline
  9. Where Ya From
  10. Quiet Storm
  11. Where Ya Heart At
  12. Noyd Interlude
  13. Can't Fuck Wit
  14. Thug Muzik
  15. Murda Muzik
  16. The Realest
  17. U.S.A. (Alright Then)
  18. It's Mine