Where You From chords by Mr. Criminal
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I was taught to ask,
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where you from though
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Before we respawned
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and left em in some gun smoke
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Is that what we teach the kids,
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little homies
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I'm to grow blood just like this
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But this is now street unity
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On a mission to change the game
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so fuck what you do to me
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And ain't nobody gonna stop this
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Good at the street now that's never
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come from the land of this
Scrapers, bangers, lolos, riders
Cops tripping when they passing by us
Locos, traviesos,
that's what they called us
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Who would've thought
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we'd grow up
to be some ballers
On the crime street,
scrape robbers, jackers
Keep it G like the motherfucking Packers
On a mission, tripping, dipping,
so fuck what they do to me
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It's an evolution with this
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new street unity
Tryna teach the youth the truth
So what I spit in the booth is
straight lessons
From me and my troops
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From the South to the West to the East
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I salute fuckers that you couldn't make it
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I grew up like that tooth kick
that a school mocked up
Always through the blocker
Attitude that no one can stop us
But watch this, go to jail and prison
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So I'm no longer living,
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now I'm on a mission
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Just to teach the youth the difference
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I was taught to ask,
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where you from, dog?
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Before we responded,
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let them in some gun smoke
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Is that what we teach the kids?
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Little homies tryna grow blood just like this
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But this is now street unity,
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on a mission to change the game
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so fuck what you do to me
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And ain't nobody gonna stop this,
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spit in the street,
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knowledge never coming with no nonsense
No longer asking where you from,
rather give a kid a mic than a gun,
live the life on the run
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At the age of 13, pistol in my jeans,
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no sleep, no dreams,
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what's up, serving fiends
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Jail cell, probation, infrared beams,
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dope under my dresser with a
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mini triple beam
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That's a life for us, parents fight for us
And when we see an enemy,
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we start to like them
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Oh, what the fuck is going on?
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I feel you Marvin,
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now the homie's doing life
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While his kids starving
Baby, mom can pay the rent,
kick out the apartment
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Shit, now they're digging
in the garbage
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It's a sad fact, blast and they blast back
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It's all good till your
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homie throws a rat
All that paperwork talking,
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you're still doing life
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While your homie's out
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fucking your wife
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This shit ain't right
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I was told to ask,
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where you from though?
E
Before we were spotty,
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left him in some gun smoke
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Is that what we teach the kids?
E
C
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Little homies trying to grow blood
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just like this
Am
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But this is now straight unity,
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on a mission to change the game
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so fuck what you do to me
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And ain't nobody gonna stop this,
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spitting and shrieking out
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is never coming with no nonsense
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I was taught to ask,
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where you from though?
E
Before we were spotty,
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left him in some gun smoke
F
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Is that what we teach the kids?
E
C
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Little homies trying to grow blood
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just like this
Am
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But this is now street unity,
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on a mission to change the game,
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so fuck what you do to me
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And ain't nobody gonna stop this,
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spit it and shrink, knowledge never
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coming with no mercy
Where's the loyalty in the streets?
I don't see it
Homies say they down for life,
I don't believe it
Fakes say they got my back,
I don't need it
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The streets will suck you dry, homie,
and leave you bleeding
Loyalty in the streets?
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I don't see it
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Homies say they down for life,
I don't believe it
Fakes say they got my back,
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I don't need it
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The streets will suck you dry, homie,
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and leave you bleeding
I was taught to ask,
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Dm
where you from, though?
E
Before we responded,
Dm
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let them in some gun smoke
F
Dm
Is that what we teach the kids,
E
little homies?
C
Dm
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Tryna grow up , just like this
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But this is now street unity
E
On a mission to change the game,
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so fuck what you do to me
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And ain't nobody gonna stop this
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Good in the street,
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now there's never com
in' with no nice
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What's the loyalty in the streets?
I don't see it
Homies say they down for life,
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I don't believe it
Fakes say they got my back,
Dm
I don't need it
E
The streets will suck you dry, homie,
Am
and leave you bleedin'
Loyalty in the streets,
I don't see it
Homies say they down for life,
I don't believe it
Fakes say they got my back,
I don't need it
The streets will suck you dry, homie,
and leave you bleeding
Where You From
Mr. Criminal
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