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Where You At
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Mistah F.a.b.
Featuring(s) : The Jacka
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Uh, The Jacka (I know you know, ayy) Uh, Remy (J) Love you, bruh, 'preciate this one (I know they know what this is) TT3, uh She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack Killers where we at, dealers where we at You chillin' where we at, you know where you at Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack Killers where we at, dealers where we at You chillin' where we at, you know where you at Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet [Mistah F.A.B.] Uh, still in the trenches with the killers and the dealers And the dopeboys post on the corner And for a rock, man a knock, he'll give you his droptop I rock it, that's a loner Call them dope fiend rentals, knocked out like dope fiend dentals If don't nobody know you on the spot then you ain't official You can ask the OGs, you can ask the young G's Everybody know me, ball like Kobe Dirt by my lonely, need no codeine Watched my daddy get high, damn near OD'd He off that heron stick, I'm off that syrup and shit I used to pour it, tap it, mix it and sip Grab a Sprite, make sure you mix it right Roll a little blunt of that Kryptonite You know I'm on like shit tonight Got Oops with me, so I ain't slippin', right I miss The Jack, this a fact Damn, wish I really could get him back But it's shit like that that really hit like that When you really dwellin' where them killers at Where them niggas at, and them drillers at And them flippers at, that be flippin' packs Man, I grew up, yeah, with them powder heads That be gettin' high and they be sniffin' sacks They double up and then dippin' back Got the hammer on him, he'll split his hat Don't care how hard it get, real niggas know the script, don't never rat She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack Killers where we at, dealers where we at You chillin' where we at, you know where you at Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack Killers where we at, dealers where we at You chillin' where we at, you know where you at Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet [Mistah F.A.B.] Hard to be humble in this jungle when these animals free Where niggas don't move their lips and if it's beef, that cannon gon' speak Tryna make an animal of me, but I got handles in these streets A dog-eat-dog-eat world, that's why sometimes gotta Hannibal these G's I shed tears for all my thugs that's no longer here and they're gone If I could call Heaven, man, I swear I'd get The Jack on the phone Put my mama on speaker, raised by the dope fiends and tweakers I knew my nigga didn't wanna do it, but he needed them sneakers Grew up in houses that was cold, stayin' quiet, that's the code Where I'm from, some never grow, still on the corner at 40 years old Dressin' like a young nigga, pants on sag With a mouth full of rocks or a bundle in a bag And the old nigga mad 'cause the lil' nigga savv' So he try to steal his stash and he wanna stop his cash Then the lil' nigga flash and he go and get his Gat And the nigga told him, "Bruh, give that nigga a pass" But the lil' nigga mad and he 'bout to go back And he shot four shots to the OG's ass And that's how it go where I'm from But you wouldn't know where I'm from If you don't come to the slums Where they be killin' for crumbs She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack Killers where we at, dealers where we at You chillin' where we at, you know where you at Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack Killers where we at, dealers where we at You chillin' where we at, you know where you at Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet [Mistah F.A.B.] And all he know is murder, all he know is kill Raised around on fake shit, he don't even know what's real Nah, he don't even know his dad, heard the nigga took a deal 15 locked down in the Pen, tryna wait for an appeal My lil' nigga poppin' pills, all prescriptions, though And when he pop a pill, he get to trippin', though Put the Xan off in the bowl, get to flashin' on this four Sippin' syrup and he sniffin' coke Robbin' niggas, make 'em hit the floor Off them Percocets, he become a threat And now nobody trust him on the set Stripped the dice game the other night Took his chain right off his neck But he on that bully shit, and young niggas ain't goin' for it, though 'Cause no bullies last where I'm from, cuz Lil' nigga like he got us f*cked up, nigga, tough luck
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