| Tired of livin' this life everyday it’s a gamble |
| Puttin' pieces together that don’t even assemble |
| Feelin' like somebody I don’t like but I resemble |
| I’m so sick up in here and it’s time to make moves |
| I try to blow caps in everything I do |
| My life is a shame I’m tryin' to just get through |
| I’m movin' through the trenches, |
| With my mike and my crew |
| What I’m supposed to do I got to keep goin' |
| Sure this happened for me, I’m not even knowin' |
| The storm has passed, |
| And yet the flowers still growin' |
| Still makin' moves, right now shit is on |
| I see a glimps of life that shines in my face |
| I wanna send my heart takes me to another place |
| See right now what I want I can achieve |
| All I have to do is stick to myself and believe |
| Where you at, uh-huh |
| (To all my street niggers makin' money, make it happen ya’ll) |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| (To my lady’s doin' your thing, do it you’re the best girl) |
| Where you at, uh-huh |
| (To all my Daft Punk people, makin' the happy, keep it movin', let’s do it |
| ya’ll) |
| Where you at, uh-huh |
| (Uh, everybody, everybody ya’ll) |
| Where you |
| Don’t make no sense in the way we all are |
| Niggers can’t get a chick (chick) without a car |
| Anybody ask me (me) I been the star (star) |
| Always knew that one day (day) I would go far |
| Some of these rap niggers they need a rain check (check) |
| I don’t understand how they got a mike, check check |
| Get your head right, true, you look a wreck |
| And in the mean time we gone get the pay check |
| You know, no we ain’t the ones to judge |
| But uh, there’s people out here |
| Who are really puttin' it down, and that’s real |
| You know, slum village, can’t even do our thing |
| Make it happen yo (tss) like this |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| (To my niggers down for the struggle, keep it up baby) |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| (My nine to five niggers, street hustlers, roll-the-dice niggers) |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| (To all my chicks tryin' to get the paper, keep doin' that) |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| (See everybody makin' moves, don’t stop keep it all) |
| Lies, you fled Babylon of life and death on the tide of dawn |
| From the drunk to stack at home |
| To when you strut them adam bombs, and they detinate |
| You wonder why I write so graphic |
| When here bullets shatter light poles into white snow fragments |
| It’s catestrophic that you picked up on it like an antenna object |
| You either find your hustle with demand and profit |
| Instead in the land of plot and schemin' |
| 'Cause today’s microscopic, |
| Do bi-focal fiber-optics |
| My friend’s down with suit and ties inside of boxes |
| Flip me out when you hit the ground like a fightin' ostritch |
| But life is just a pair of dice droppin' |
| In mid stumble |
| A precious jewel you seclude when you in the struggle |
| Where you at uh-huh |
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| Where you at uh-huh |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| Where you |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| Where you at uh-huh |
| Where you |