Chorus [Tec-9]:

Where you from? Represent where you from n***a!
Where you from? Where you from? Where your from?
Take it to the street twerk somethin' twerk somethin'
Now take it to the street twerk sometin' twerk somethin'
Where you from? Represent where you from n***a!
Where you from? Where you from? Where your from?
Take it to the street twerk somethin' twerk somethin'
Now take it to the street twerk sometin' twerk somethin'

First Verse [Tec-9]:

Now that the heat done scorched ya, I sparked at'cha
Laughed at'cha, you know you done fucked up with the master
And you still suckin' on my dick
Because you bite my shit, and recite my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and you sing my shit
Partners-N-Crime, y'all bitches with that war claimin'
Y'all be claimin' the seventeenth, but never hangin'
Have you ever put in work for your hood?
You n***as talk about that boy, rap about that boy
But you coward muthafuckas never seen that boy
Y'all the fakest muthafuckas alive!
Tell me where y'all from? N***a tell me where the fuck y'all from?
If you don't wanna survive then keep it up
And let me give you the 3rd Ward treatment
Coward bitches always with that creepin'
If I would have caught'cha
I would have brought'cha in the Calliope and burnt'cha like a bitch
Cuz I don't got no love for these n***as or these cliques
I'm sick of the hoe shit, the Black Connection ready to take a hit
I got a posse full of n***as and they bout it
I represent, to the fullest
Supplyin' my n***as with only hollow tip bullets
Like Yella said, you should have thought twice when you said my name
By now you know you said the fuckin' wrong name mane
Don't let me catch'cha, I wet'cha put that on my Mama
You n***as lame, nothin' shakin' y'all ain't bout no drama
So let me hear ya holler, if ya feel me
And after this you bitches prolly wanna come and kill me
But I'm unfadeable, on top of that you got no balls
Cuz when the drama jumps off, your shit falls
And I don't need no introduction
Cuz I'm crackin' your bitch face with phat lyrics, and phat production
Chorus

Second Verse [Tec-9]:

Now I'ma do it like a real G do it
I'm walkin', and my four ten is doin' the talkin'
I do my dirt on the cool, fa sho
Handle business by myself and dump your body in the Melph
Then I call up my n***a from the Black Connection
And tell them what I want them to do with the rest of your CLIQUE
Even the ones that ain't down with the bullshit
The good guys suffer for the bad guys rip
Don't ever cross a G, like me
The muthafuckin' capital T, to the E, to the C
You never heard the name P-N-C floatin' on the streets
Until them bitches started dissin' U.N.L.V
I can't respect'cha cuz you not original
And you still tryin' to sound like Reginold
Yeah, my style is buck wild, my flow is like the Nile
And the B.G. is hyper, earnin' stripes like a tiger
Chop yo ass like Viper, and wash you like a windshield wiper
So call Mama, tell her that you won't be makin' dinner
And leave the Police out, or else I'll go and get her
Lil' Ya will put the Tec in they mouth
Bring it out, so we can show them bitches what it's all about
(What it's all about)
Chorus

Third Verse [B.G.]

Big Boy you better skip town n***a, don't hang around n***a
Cuz if I catch'cha, I'ma bring ya down n***a
I'ma clown n***a, with the seventeen rounds n***a
BLUCKA, BLUCKA to yo head, how that sound n***a?
Knowin' you ain't bout that drama talkin' above yo head
Fat mouth n***a and they'll find yo monkey ass dead
A Baby Gangsta, straight bout it and I'm ready to prove it
If you bout it, there it is partner we can do it
Pussy says "Drama Time", where the fuck you at?
You on wax talkin' about let's go gat for gat
But it don't count like that, put aside rappin'
Let's start strappin', bring on the cappin'
I got a clique with Glocks, choppers, and Mac-11's
N***a tryin' to build nuts off a case that's dumped for seven
But I'ma show ya some real street shit
Underestimate a B.G., bound to get'cha head split
I already keep a roll of duct tape and rope Black
So watch'cha back, because you'll find yourself smacked
I already said I'd get that pussy with the braids but he duckin'
Curious, he must have heard I'm serious
They givin' me a mean look because they bigger
I don't know what make'em figure, that I won't pull the trigger
But that's where they wrong at
Cuz I'll wax they fuckin' patch
Fuck that boot camp clique, I'll send ya to Hell n***a
If you want the B.G., you'll find me on V.L. n***a
When you get it on your mind, we can flex skills
Y'all say you got a hundred G's, but my n***as got a mill
So wassup? Put your money where that dick go
Chuck! You ole trick ass hoe
Stop playin' with me, I done did enough speakin'
Hollows I'ma be releasin', blood just a leakin'
Get your nuts out'cha stomach my n***a
Get your heart out'cha ass n***a
Never had my dick sucked by a man before
Mystikal you gone be the first you lil' trick ass hoe
Chorus