letra de fuck where ya from - psc
you are not a f-cking gangsta b-tch
[intro: t.i.]
ain’t nothing to ya, i see stright thru ya. ho n-gga
t.i.p. mac boney and jeezy… ya underdstand that
pimp squad, grand hustle
let ’em know shawty
[verse 1: mac boney]
i’m from the south i’ont like no lame, you got a problem wit it then fight then lame
pull your pistol out (pull it out), put your fist up (put em up)
where your game face, n-gga? you a b-tch, huh? (you a b-tch n-gga)
i shoulda known you wasn’t real
got punked by a lil’ n-gga, tell me how you feel (how you feel, b-tch?)
you ain’t gutta, you ain’t gangsta for sh-t
i coulda robbed you ten times, you should be thankin’ your b-tch
only reason i ain’t get you it’s ‘cuz she sucking my d-ck
i got news for these n-ggas who ain’t down with my clique
i’m tattooin’ p-ssy n-ggas with the b-tt of my clip
knock your t–th down your throat make you swallow them sh-ts
this ain’t hip-hop n-gga, this is drive-by music (drive-by music)
somethin’ to listen to while i load my uzi
choice, you can run or get shot, you better choose it
got a brain in your skull young n-gga you better use it
[hook: mac boney]
f-ck where your from, it’s all about how you come (your here now)
f-ck where your from, it’s all about how you come (your here now)
f-ck where your from, it’s all about how you come (your here now)
‘cuz n-ggas get they head blown off where i’m from (your here now)
[x2]
[verse 2: t.i.]
i’m a certified westside n-gga, (in the a)
i done survived where the best die n-gga (we don’t play)
ain’t in the game but respected by the vets
ain’t nothing changed still’ll put eleven in ya chest
don’t think just ‘cuz i got a seven digit check
that you can pop and flex and not consider tip a threat
sign, sealed and delivered, it’s a bet
might catch me all alone with two pistols and a tec
i’ll shoot you now, spend a 100 grand on the case
he ain’t wanna die, he shoulda kept his hands out my face
at the age of 15, i’m shootin’ it out with grown folk
from bankhead, simpson road, zone 1 to zone 4 n-gga
[hook]
[x2]
[verse 3: young jeezy]
who the f-ck want what? you can d-mn sure get it
fifty rounds, i’ma d-mn sure hit it
n-ggas talk big ’til you see about them
now his n-ggas in the hood gotta read about him
yeahhh n-gga, ya get ya issue here
-ssault rifles, no pistols here
for playing with the bad guys
have your partners wearing white tees like franchise
i’m here now and i ain’t going nowhere
carbon 15 tucked in my rocawear (let’s get it)
p-ssy -ss n-ggas, i got no love for ya
and if your ever outta line i got slugs for ya
you don’t want me to get the streets involved
or better yet, make a call and get meech involved, bmf n-gga
and you ain’t straightening sh-t homie
it’s cte p$c whatup mac boney?
[hook]
[x2]
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