(featuring The Game & Ludacris)
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[Verse 1: Kanye West]
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Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs
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Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on
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And my beats was so sick, I shoulda got a medic
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But my credit was so pathetic I couldn't afford a debit
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When the dropout dropped, I had to cop me a money tree
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To front on anybody who ever tried to front on me
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With so much personality, what do you want from me?
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I could be by myself and enjoy the company
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My life, this year, my career, is the Lord
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Bad chick, this award, is for Melissa Ford
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Ninety-four I could only afford this Accord
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From the home of gangbangin and we all outdoors
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Southside, outside, Westside, let's ride
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Eastside, right B-Side, Lakeshore Drive
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And I'm (and I'm) Chi-Town's finest
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Where you at? The whole city behind us
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[Chorus: Kanye West]
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Where you at? The whole city behind us
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Where you at? The whole city behind us
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Southside, outside, Westside, let's ride
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Where you at? The whole city behind us
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[Verse 2: Ludacris]
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It ain't nuttin to it but to do it! I came here
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to shut the place down 'til my body stops pumpin red fluid
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A-Town I've been through it! And we steady gettin tested
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But ready to fill your bubble when we put the lead to it
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Out West they still bangin, up top it's really gully
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Down South we get buck and turn hearts to Silly Putty
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Ludacris I got silly money - you got jokes?
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I'll be laughin all the way to the bank - now that's really funny!
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Big city bright lights - and many pity cause we like fights
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May be long days but it's fright nights
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Living out the night life - and people asking 'Where You At?'
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Not the club; I stay in to get right!
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Hotlanta home of the booties and the really tight skirts
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Where if somebody moves then somebody gets hurt!
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From Decatur down to CP, and EP
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Adamsville to the battlefield it's D.T.P.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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It's Compton's prodigy
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Obviously I'm from the home of hydraulics
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Where they tie bandanas around the steerin collar
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'Nuff Impalas in to get holla
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We fightin pitbulls and Rottweilers
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In the projects the objective is make dollars
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'Where You At?' It ain't a problem to get it there by tomorrow
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Cause I got a female friend, with frequent flier mileage
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I ain't never been to college got the IQ of a Rhodes Scholar
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If you follow G-Unit throw up your dubs and yell holla
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To all the Y.G.'s in khakis and white tees
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With AIR one's in every colour like Ice-T
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I might be the city of Compton's right knee
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The way I paint pictures with these hip-hop scriptures
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Pay attention while The Game shine like a prism
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Glisten, show you how canaries can alter one's vision
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Not to mention I am Dr. Dre christened on behalf
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of Luda and Kan-Yeezie, I'm gon' breathe easy
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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Where You At? (The Whole City Behind Us)
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| Kanye West |
