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    Kool G Rap / Lyrics

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    "Where You At" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap feat. The Prodigy

    Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks
    Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at
    I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back
    It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
    Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats
    It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
    If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap
    Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at

    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


    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 x2]
    This song was submitted on August 23rd, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Albert J. Johnson, Daryl Hall, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Nathaniel Wilson, Roosevelt Harrell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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