Kool G Rap - Where You At? Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

[ CHORUS ] 

[ Kool G Rap ] 

Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks 

[ Prodigy ] 

Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at 

I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back 

[ Kool G Rap ] 

It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at 

[ Prodigy ] 

Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats 

[ Kool G Rap ] 

It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at 

If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap 

[ Prodigy ] 

Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at 

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[ VERSE 1: Kool G Rap ] 

Shit, thug listen (What up baby?) 

Ain't 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, he's 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 (That's 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, it's no love 

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[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 2: Prodigy ] 

You got uniformed cops, the D's when it's 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 money's that long, you ain't that strong 

Informants'll 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 

That's your competition, them niggas tryin to eat too 

They'll set you up for dead if you don't show strength 

Extort all your workers cause you ain't 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 (2X) ]