(Hook) Mr. Probz 2x
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Only the streets know (Only the streets know)
We live and die, stand by the cause
You gotta make it on ya own
[Willy Northpole]
Willy get the bakin', I'm Troy Aikman, it's Ballerstatus
Whether legal or ductapin', I gotta have it
Willy stranglin' beats, your career is hangin'
See it's danglin' feet, I'm disturpin' the peace
Got the urge of money in my sleeves
Hood dreamin', I'm schemin', gotta eat
Willy bout to crack blow, not smokin', it's dat flow
Big Lou, Probz and State Quo
Get low, get down or sit down
Any beat that I'm on, I zone, I Chris Brown
Any city I'm in, I throne, you kids ground
Some niggas ball, some lil niggas Bow Wow
Some niggas spar, some other niggas pal-pal
I do it the wild ways; you do it for Childs Play
Chunky ass niggas, so-unlucky ass niggas
Your hoes wanna fuck me ass niggas
[Killah Priest]
I'm from the slums where niggas squeeze guns
Police often come, homicide, mama's traumatized
Guns aimed at the skies
Kool G armor wit the llama on the thigh
Bang shots near train stops
Cocaine's chop for profit
Then came the Prophet in white garment
But we can't see him really because of the projects
Its nonsense, police charge us wit revolvers
Fiends noddin' on the apartment's right across the street
The police departments
They rush us, we squeeze at the sergeants
Brooklyn bullpens, no cushions, blood gushing
Thug's lookin', drug pushin'
Niggas who spilled crack while givin' you dap
Niggas pointed to the floor revealin' their gats
Dog, cat and a rat, the morgue casket, funeral's packed
The usual, black suits, veil, fall from their hats
You can be the one in the delivery room
Or the one in the visitin' room, under the mystique moon
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Only the streets know (Only the streets know)
We live and die, stand by the cause
You gotta make it on ya own
[Willy Northpole]
Willy get the bakin', I'm Troy Aikman, it's Ballerstatus
Whether legal or ductapin', I gotta have it
Willy stranglin' beats, your career is hangin'
See it's danglin' feet, I'm disturpin' the peace
Got the urge of money in my sleeves
Hood dreamin', I'm schemin', gotta eat
Willy bout to crack blow, not smokin', it's dat flow
Big Lou, Probz and State Quo
Get low, get down or sit down
Any beat that I'm on, I zone, I Chris Brown
Any city I'm in, I throne, you kids ground
Some niggas ball, some lil niggas Bow Wow
Some niggas spar, some other niggas pal-pal
I do it the wild ways; you do it for Childs Play
Chunky ass niggas, so-unlucky ass niggas
Your hoes wanna fuck me ass niggas
[Killah Priest]
I'm from the slums where niggas squeeze guns
Police often come, homicide, mama's traumatized
Guns aimed at the skies
Kool G armor wit the llama on the thigh
Bang shots near train stops
Cocaine's chop for profit
Then came the Prophet in white garment
But we can't see him really because of the projects
Its nonsense, police charge us wit revolvers
Fiends noddin' on the apartment's right across the street
The police departments
They rush us, we squeeze at the sergeants
Brooklyn bullpens, no cushions, blood gushing
Thug's lookin', drug pushin'
Niggas who spilled crack while givin' you dap
Niggas pointed to the floor revealin' their gats
Dog, cat and a rat, the morgue casket, funeral's packed
The usual, black suits, veil, fall from their hats
You can be the one in the delivery room
Or the one in the visitin' room, under the mystique moon
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