[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah
Infamous in ya area
Eightball in ya area
About to cause mass hysteria
Yo... yo...
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Yo, ashes to ashes, big gats to little
I put it to you clear, while you cats talk in riddles
Think of buckin' me?
If you did, I'd say you got lucky
Trained to tread through lands that get muddy
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, blood rap
Survival of the fit style cat
I puts it down, blow a round at your baseball hat
P., niggas saying damn why I be like that?
Listen close, you can learn from it – it's real, black
[Verse 3: Eightball]
Gangsta shit makes the world rotate
Izz-Eight Bizz-all make a nigga wanna gain some weight
Fat belly black motherfuckin' D-O-G
And I'ma thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me
[Chorus 1: Prodigy & Havoc, Prodigy]
Aiyyo, fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens dunns, niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood
[Verse 4: Eightball]
Live and direct, from the South to your stereo
Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' – okay, player, here we go
Strapped with infa-red 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, waving my motherfuckin' soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis, Tenn' made a lot of niggas buck wild
The root to all evil, daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drank, then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start, where I lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots 'til we raise the dead
[Chorus 2: Havoc & Prodigy, Eightball]
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 trill niggas
South to East, we keep it hard for them real niggas
[Verse 5: Havoc]
Feel me though, you don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out surgery card, blowing her nose
Wiping the tears 'cause something on your top got shot
Should have brought along wit' you what you'd loaned on the block
Fuck leaving without it, dunn, I'd rather get knocked
Or charged with a ten-body, 'fore 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
[Verse 6: Prodigy]
Don't get yourself shot
Bleedin' to death, hops
I pop cannons 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, let's treat it like a contest
And we can dance 'til 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 spray
Vigilante niggas know the song I sing – it go...
[Chorus 3: Prodigy & Havoc, Eightball]
Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake, no escape
Chop them boys up and put it in their face
[Chorus 4: Prodigy & Havoc, Prodigy]
Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my ice pick niggas, one
To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs
[Chorus 1: Prodigy & Havoc, Prodigy]
Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from, niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens dunns, niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood
[Chorus 2: Havoc & Prodigy, Eightball]
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 trill niggas
South to East, we keep it hard for them real niggas
[Outro: Eightball]
Ugh – South to East, we keep it hard for them real niggas
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