[Intro: Master P talking]
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New No Limit up in here (yeah, a haha)
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Represent!
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This goes out to them boys (in Texas)
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With the motherfuckin golds in they mouth (Georgia)
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And them girls (Arkansas) with them golds in they mouth
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(North Carolina, haha)
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Louisiana to Alabama to Mississippi (get buck)
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to Kentucky (throw 'em up) to Tennessee, let's roll
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[Chorus: Master P]
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Where you from nigga? (WESTSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (EASTSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (NORTHSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (SOUTHSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (WESTSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (EASTSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (NORTHSIDE NIGGA)
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Where you from nigga? (SOUTHSIDE NIGGA)
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[Verse 1: Master P]
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I'm straight from the streets and I'ma tell it like it was
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Represent this bitch for the Crips and the Bloods
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With niggaz on the block, with them automatic toys
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And them niggaz in the game, that's still makin noise
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I'm straight from the swamps, where them gators they'll get ya
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The Calio projects, where the boys they'll hit ya
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Don't come around here playin, whoadi it ain't a game
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In broad daylight they can still call in your chain
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I'ma country boy, but I don't ride on no camels
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I'm in the Bentley Coupe, 24's spinnin the saddle
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I'm from the city - that's shaped like a boot
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Where niggaz are bankin, when I ain't talkin 'bout hoop
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Where they gone off that water, and they shootin that legal
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Nigga die in my hood, they arms the size of Vin Diesel
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And the streets is real, I've seen little kids get killed
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And if you take a loss motherfucker, you ain't real
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Halleluyah]
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Yeah, where you from motherfucker, throw your hood up high, nigga
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Let me see you pump your sets in the sky
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If you reppin the southside, then please let me know
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Either your rockin with the Lou, Florida, or the NO
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Fuck it, let's together like all of us kin folks
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And hit the game together like all of us pimp folk, yeah
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You get your chin broke, you playin with No Limit niggaz
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You think this shit joke, we show you ain't no gimmick niggaz
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Macks and nines that'll clap your spine
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Need a quick reaction time, when you step outta line nigga
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Ridin on 24's, what we specialize in
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TV in our lap, fully loaded while we drivin
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Gold teeth, good Lord chickens lovin our slang
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And we hold heat for war, niggaz doin they thang, mayn
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So get it up, if ya hood what ya brought up
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Take a bloody Mary straight to the mouth, ya heard?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Let me start by sayin off the bat nigga, I don't give a fuck
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I'm in a project with all my jewels on, like "HA NIGGA WHAT"
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I'ma real nigga, y'all niggaz scared and frail
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I'ma gangsta, I ain't never been scared of jail
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Only problem with jail nigga, is that I'm losin my time
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And now it's boxing, no more me usin the nine
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Or usin the tech, I gotta get my jab game up
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Stick and move, you know, nigga learn to use my left
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And while I'm here, let me make a few things clear
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If I'm in the building, it's at least 85 million up in here
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And Shocker name hold weight, like the Governor of Louisiana
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And y'all got problems, once he get out the slammer
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I'm like "Nick," last name the way I keep me a "Cannon"
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And I'm rich, like nothin for me to do, but drive by in the Phantom
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I'm from the dirty, ya heard? We do nothin but ball here
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Ask my block with the rock, I'm the "Truth" like Paul Pierce
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You know where I'm from
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[Chorus]
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Where U From
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