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mo3 – where i come from lyrics

[intro]
i did that for b+gose, yeah
i did that for bg
he gon’ like that right there
yeah

[verse 1]
n+gga heard that i got all, he want some money, i’m like mm+mm
heard he tellin’ people he gon’ take it from me, i’m like nuh+uh
get up and run down on that n+gga, b+tch, this death row like i’m suge
don’t tell n0body ’cause it’s on so i wish a n+gga would

[chorus]
got all this money in my pockets, still drinkin’ out the faucet
this where i come from, where i come from
everybody say i’m wildin’, i just made it and i’m poppin’
lil’ n+gga that’s where i come from, where i come from
cut the lights, turn down they corner, need for speed, we finna smoke some
my hitta dipped a blunt in pcp, he ready to roll one
the da said it’s gangsters in my dvd, i do not know them
catch him lackin’, we put a p+ssy n+gga to sleep, we bust him open

[verse 2]
ready to ride, yeah, ready or not, here come the gorillas, don’t tell them we comin’
look, this sh+t gon’ get ugly, car for car, hop out we dumpin’ like
black on black ar spray up their car like don’t get uptight
my hittas lurkin’, lay down the law, tell ’em it’s war, we goin’ up tonight, gang
and we gon’ treat him like a pedophile (for real) knock his d+ck off
look, put that sh+t on gang, they say my name, we knock they lips off
look, n+ggas think that this a game, the choppas make them criss+cross
yeah, b+tch i think i’m jesse james, now watch me make that stick talk (dead)
father gettin’ money at the top, it’s been a long time
i came from standin’ on my block, .44 on go, i lost my whole mind
this for my hittas who on lock, make sure they hold it down like woah now
takin’ pictures, gettin’ guap, we coutin’ dough, we on a roll now
[chorus]
got all this money in my pockets, still drinkin’ out the faucet
this where i come from, where i come from
everybody say i’m wildin’, i just made it and i’m poppin’
lil’ n+gga that’s where i come from, where i come from
cut the lights, turn down they corner, need for speed, we finna smoke some
my hitta dipped a blunt in pcp, he ready to roll one
the da said it’s gangsters in my dvd, i do not know them
catch him lackin’, we put a p+ssy n+gga to sleep, we bust him open

[verse 3]
everybody say i’m wildin’ now, like what? like “3 chill out”
look, we go tit for tat, like get the strap, i bring that b+tch out
i can’t help it, i’m gettin’ my shine on (for real) i’m tryna make it out (yeah)
n+ggas should be glad i got a bag, but what? they fakin’ now? (what?)
when i was on my ass these n+ggas laughed, so what they thinkin’ now?
that they gon’ get some cash up outta my bag? boy you playin’ ’round
n+ggas wanna lurk like they been plottin’, i’ma take ’em down
disrespect, don’t tolerate that, n+gga, we gon’ make ’em drown
and all that money i been gettin’, i won’t let it change my mind from
doin’ a hundred in the ford on the freeway, i ain’t lyin’ man
n+ggas hate the fact i’m gifted, they wasn’t like this ’till the shine came
f+ck it, i’m too real for this, gon’ k!ll ’em every time man

- mo3 lyrics

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