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    Kool G Rap

    Where You At

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    (feat. Prodigy)
    [CHORUS]
    [Kool G Rap]
    Yo, if you make a lotta cream and dont share them stacks
    [Prodigy]
    Yeah, it aint where you from, its where you at
    I know a lotta niggas thatll tear your back
    [Kool G Rap]
    It aint where you from, kid, its where you at
    [Prodigy]
    Listen, if you goin out of town and dont bear them gats
    [Kool G Rap]
    It aint where you from, kid, its where you at
    If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap
    [Prodigy]
    Dogs, it aint where you from, its where you at
    [VERSE 1: Kool G Rap]
    Shit, thug listen (What up baby?)
    Aint nothin round here but drug addiction
    Niggas is anti-love-livin
    The slug-givin little shortie on the snub itchin
    For beef, he might get left in the street with his blood drippin
    The poor niggas sling crack, real raw niggas that bang gats
    Crazy lady jumped on the train tracks
    Know if you owe somebody dough you better bring that
    Them kids is live, put five where your brain at
    You walk the streets of the slums
    Know to spot beef when it come
    Reach for the guns or feel the heat from the ones
    Never know who your killer be (Yeah, speak to no one)
    Just put a Desert Eagle beak in his lung
    Leak em and run, some guys light the blunts up
    (And then what?) And then go ride with the pumps up
    Chopped up bitch inside of a dumpster
    Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up
    (Yo, hes a cold blue) victim of the vultures
    Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops
    Innocent nigga topped, riddled with shots
    Kids up in rock spots clock knots, fiddle with glocks
    Ready to die for what little they got
    Tricks, hoes and thugs (Thats right)
    The ones that put holes in mugs
    Waitin outside for them ones that pose in clubs
    To that strange nigga knockin on your do with gloves
    Let the .44 blow for grub, its no love
    [CHORUS]
    [VERSE 2: Prodigy]
    You got uniformed cops, the Ds when its hot
    TNT knockin down the door of your spot
    The feds come get you once you think you on top
    They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape
    The CIA clip you if the shit is that deep
    Your moneys that long, you aint that strong
    Informantsll bury you under the jail
    They got wires and statements for juries to hear
    Then they got rivals that got it clickin just like you
    Thats your competition, them niggas tryin to eat too
    Theyll set you up for dead if you dont show strength
    Extort all your workers cause you aint built for this
    Plus stick-up kids and jealous-ass niggas
    You gotta watch your front, sides and your back (Damn)
    You gotta keep your eyes on your bitch and your mens
    You gotta keep your mind sharp livin so fed
    [CHORUS x2]
    [ Where You At Lyrics ]
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