phrases get you into dazes, praise this overlordian who got shit for the naughty men, here we go- [CHORUS:] "Where they at? Where they at? Where they at
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to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they
feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually
'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm
where you at? You in urban combat So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts Your casuality
be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he wonder where I got my
works Course them man are mad Came in the game no name Shot past I know it hurts Of course I deserve to be where I am When I come from where I come
ain't no time to speak [S] Where you at? [W] What you think, about to find that freak The night's just beginning, strobe lights and nice women Get in where
They acting like what's going on now is distant reality Behaving so casually that they become a casualty Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway They try to walk away but they
be on that supermasculine (shit) Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip I just be shinin my light and they be baskin in it I go out casually
Now it seems, I'm trapped inside of thug shit For my thug niggas just livin' they life Drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife Where they could hide the work at
ain't no Henny I can't live that, deja vu, I did that I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at And
than shaft on my musical path Hook [casual] They like "ooh. don't say that." When it's lay doe a dat competition where they at? I diss 'em Steady at
pain And the casual traveler wonders Who led us all astray? As he leans against the bar And watches children play In the blackness that surrounds them Where