Where Was You

Where Was You Welcome, NIGGc welcome, well hello there, muthafuckas be killing acting like they been down since the beginning, like they den road this whole whip, come on now, nowhere near close, you ain't been here since the beginning, I can tell you a story dawg, you don't even know my struggle, FOR REcL CHORUS: Niggaz where was you.....when shit got bad, when missed my dad, when I flipped my Lac Nigga where was you......when I first hot, when I first got shot, a nigga first knocked When the shit got thick, when I did that bid and I miss my kids, When I lost my lung, I was on that run, and God took my son Verse 1 Where the f*ck you was at, when I was down on my back /don't get offended now nigga I'm just stating the facts /never need nah nigga I'm good at breaking the stats /if it's 4th & 9 nigga I ain't taking a sake/in that house down on republic nigga know what it took /with all them kerosene heaters kept a house full of sout /momma cooking green tomatoes while her homegirl pushed /I grew up around fiends I gotta that dope fiend look /at 9yrs old I knew how cocaine cooked /this was way before the feds had no man booked /represents of the struggle you can't sink my ship /you gonna f*ck around bitch and imma act like flip /I been down on my ass nigga flat ass broke /me & my BM sleeping on my Gma flo /I'm slapping hard out her yard to the folks next dough /high as hell off the Messy “ I DONT WcNT NO MOE” / Verse 2 When I was bidding down in Richland with a soup in my box, this was around the same time that little Duke had got shot, hope we make it thru until Friday and the hooch don't get knocked, we heard the SRTs coming they den spooked the whole block, my family left me hanging I can't lie bout that, many times up on that rack I had to cry bout that, felt alone and abandon so I get high bout that, last bitch that set me up he gotta die bout that, corn beef with spicy mustard I want my rye like that, bread a natural born hustler just a guy like that, might have slipped a couple times to pick the pack back up, but I ain't here because I fell but because I got back up, I remember when my uncle tried to short my pack, I was down on my last i was on my back, I needed 3.5 he gave a 2.9 so I was right back in that bitch strapped with my hi-point 9 Chorus: Where was you nigga, where was you at momma “HUH” you wasn't there when I was going thru this shit, this is PcIN, cNGER, & cGGRESSION, MR. Highly muthafuckin cggressive