
Where I Come From Q Da Fool
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[Intro]
Zaytoven
Uh, damn, ay Zay, you know you a fool, nigga
I swear to God
Givin' this beat to Fool, nigga
God damn, lets get it
[Chorus]
I come from Burglar Bars, stolen cars
Rest in peace my Dons, they fallen stars
I might just kill thirty of 'em
Got that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get above me
You gon die, you motherfuckin' touch me
I seen some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm going straight stupid
I hang with the cluckers, the Js, and the boot
The nine let him live but the K it went through him
I'm tryin' kill your son, you better move him
Dope in from Cuba, we shop in Peru too
Shot your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news
[Verse]
Nigga, cash rules, I'm a bad dude
Slap yo mama out, bitch I'm that rude
I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that cruel
Fucked that nigga bitch, she geekin' to set up her dude
I just been toting my tool, the beef it be thicker than wool
I'm geekin' to go straight to war, I shoot 'til the shell hit the core
Fuck a rat, like a Muslim hate pork
I'm come on stage and they roar
Hop on the beat and I'm leaving it sore
Just dropped a tape and they geekin' for more
Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar
Zaytoven
Uh, damn, ay Zay, you know you a fool, nigga
I swear to God
Givin' this beat to Fool, nigga
God damn, lets get it
[Chorus]
I come from Burglar Bars, stolen cars
Rest in peace my Dons, they fallen stars
I might just kill thirty of 'em
Got that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get above me
You gon die, you motherfuckin' touch me
I seen some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm going straight stupid
I hang with the cluckers, the Js, and the boot
The nine let him live but the K it went through him
I'm tryin' kill your son, you better move him
Dope in from Cuba, we shop in Peru too
Shot your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news
[Verse]
Nigga, cash rules, I'm a bad dude
Slap yo mama out, bitch I'm that rude
I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that cruel
Fucked that nigga bitch, she geekin' to set up her dude
I just been toting my tool, the beef it be thicker than wool
I'm geekin' to go straight to war, I shoot 'til the shell hit the core
Fuck a rat, like a Muslim hate pork
I'm come on stage and they roar
Hop on the beat and I'm leaving it sore
Just dropped a tape and they geekin' for more
Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar
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