Where You From? - Lil' Flip, Gudda Gudda, Young Money

I’m from the place where they passed on my homie Vince Young

I’m from the place where even teenagers got guns

I’m from the place where J. Prince paved the way

I’m from the place where my nigga Screw sold gray tapes

I’m from the place where we drink codiene like milk

I’m from the place where they keep the bumper kit on tilt

I’m from the place the young niggas rob for funds

I’m from the state where the D — boys’ll hide your son

My bullet proof block shots like Olajuwon

I keep a cane with me like I’m Ronald Isley’s son

I’m from the place where we get the kilo’s for cheap

I’m from the place where you have to pay off the police

I’m from the place where the crime rate continue to rise

You ain’t ballin you had to look at the menu for fries

So next time you see Flip at a show just scream

And six million records later, hold up Sandy check the paper

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

(Verse 2 — Young Noble)

Yeah this life of an Outlaw ain’t easy

I was raised in Jersey, born in La’Leezy

That’s Loscandlous — homie I’m both handed

Best of both coast’s, raised by the vultures

My mama was a hustler, then became a customer

I’m a young distrubuter — it’s like we never had enough

Get it, have it and keep it all in that order

Fill a Swisher with a quarter, most of my niggas is caught up

The good die young — a, the streets is hungry

Nothin but gangbangin on the streets of Jersey

We came up in stolen cars, Redman and Nore

Play the block twenty — four hours it’s all for the money

Beef patty, coco bread, quarter juices, and chips

On the stoop gettin rich till we scoop by the pigs

Yeah it’s Young Nob’and Flip — we on the stoop gettin rich till we swoop from

the pigs

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

Tell — tell 'em where you from — Tell — tell 'em where you from

(Verse 3 — Gudda)

I’m from the murder capital, where they murder for capital

Guerilla’s with bananna clips, gotta keep a mac or two

Young Rambo, shit load of ammo

Hit everything in sight, niggas will can you

I use to post on the block for the dividends

Now I get paid on the mic spittin synonyms

This kadafi shit, nigga I’m a bomb on 'em

Outlaw, Fatal with the flow — put the crown on 'em

Starin at the world thru my rearview

Glass house whip sittin nice, that’s the clear Coupe

This the city where the skinny niggas die at

This the city where the skinny niggas ride at

I use to grind crack just to get the right scratch

And now I ride tracks, punishin the high hats

I’m lookin up cause the city is mine

You’ll never find another city gritty as mine (New Orleans)

(Chorus Till End)