Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I'm From, artist - Hi-Tek. Album song Hi-Teknology, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi-Tek
Song language: English
Where I'm From |
Uhh, uhh. |
cause anybody can get it |
Anybody anybody can get it (project shit) |
Real recognize real, uhh geah geah uhh |
This as real as it gets |
Uh-huh, this as real as it gets |
Aiyyo, uhh, uhh (geah) |
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo |
Aiyyo I’m from where they bust guns, killin and shit |
Thugs sellin drugs, killin the strip, dealin with bricks |
From my hood to y’all hood, feel this shit |
Real recognize real this as real as it gets |
Aiyyo, aiyyo Jinx Da Juvenile, yeah I was one of them bastards |
Bustin them ratchets, before this rap shit |
I copped coke cut it and bagged it, twelve twelve |
Stuffin the plastic the strip was flooded with traffic |
I’m from a hood where they rep in wool |
Lil' niggas pants baggy, sketz (?) is long |
In bang-outs I leave a nigga stomach where his chest belong |
Now that’s what you call leavin a nigga dead wrong |
I live for gunplay |
Deuce-fives is easy to carry but I love eights |
Anybody can get it, fuck Jake, I spit in a judge face |
Who schemin on the kid, who grillin the watch? |
Like if I ain’t the kid who be spittin them shots |
Run in your crib, grippin the Glock |
Leave yo' ass in the kitchen witcha brains in the cereal box |
Real recognize real whether you feel it or not |
Aiyyo straight out the ville before my deal slung drugs in the basement |
Now I’m in the booth spittin 'til my lungs cave in |
I gotta supply the fam |
So if The Source givin out five mics, I want five grams |
Keep a revolver cause nines jam |
ABG Anybody-Can-Get-It, I die for the fam |
Die for the love of the strip, either way I’m gonna get rich |
Catch the kid sunk in a 6 |
Jewels is heavy, flooded the wrists, my team stuff they clips |
Keep it gangsta a hundred percent |
Who think not? |
Who really wanna see how Jinx rock |
Like I ain’t been doin this since Pampers and slingshots? |
(What?) |
Half y’all rap niggas talk the nonsense |
I live this shit y’all soft as cotton |
While y’all was in school I was in Spofford boxin |
Real recognize real I keep the larcen' poppin |
Geah, ABG Anybody-Can-Get-It |
Black Jesus, Alaska, Loose Cannon |
Pow Wow the Don, Mil-lion (What?) |
This is my year, the Y-2-K kid, uhh |
Def Jam, Rawkus, from my hood to your hood |
Feel this shit, this as real as it gets |