[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]

Yo, where I'm from you hustle hard or you don't get it

I couldn't tell you 'bout the block if I didn't live it

I couldn't tell you 'bout the curb if I didn't sit it

'Bout it, 'bout it all my life, there was no limits

In my PJs for 3 days with texts in the wall

Middle finger to the cops having sex with the law

I know the phones getting tapped, all my texts and calls

But I never let the D.A. get the best of me, no

Man can you picture that? Oakland be the city where I'm living at

Where killas going difference that if they get you then you get them back

Youngsters 10, see me getting high, sipping Henny yeah

23, parting with new Benz and the brand new 'lac

I wasn't s'posed to make it, thanks Raegan, I survived Reagan

Mama's getting high, playing Dr. Dre, blazing chronic

Mama hooked on crack, never spent a day in phonics

Drinking tonic, chasing dreams, homie I was playing Sonic



[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]

Where you from cuz? Represent yo shit

Where you from blood? Represent yo shit

Where you from son? Represent yo shit

Where you from kid? Represent yo shit

Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?

Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?

Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?

Is your hood full of gangsters and hoodlums?



[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Yeah, a lot of dogs don't bite but all of 'em bark loud

I need you to understand we under a dark cloud

I'm staring my thoughts out, your mouth can't be in if

Your heart's out, see the blue suits with the narks out

Slid in hell, get a cell, pick a coffin

Bitches is fucking, niggas is pillow talking

They gon' kill him, you better get 'em off him

When it come to the millions, nigga we get 'em often

Hated on by niggas that can't get right

Late night, dice games and pit fights

Shoot outs that started off as fight fights

Thinking 'bout my niggas that ain't here on this night

We ain't crazy

We just thorough bullets like Carson Palmer to Fitzgerald

Yeah I know we still smart, we just ghetto

This Y.O. Yonkers, nigga, the six borough



[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]

Where you from cuz? Represent yo shit

Where you from blood? Represent yo shit

Where you from son? Represent yo shit

Where you from kid? Represent yo shit

Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?

Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?

Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look?

Is your hood full of gangsters and hoodlums?



[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]

Gangsters, hoodlums, killers, convicts

Rottweilers, pitbulls, cats and nonsense

Old show boxes, pulling them blue trims

We got the Tims off, glued like glue sticks

You ain't give this city some hope, now it's a city of dope

If you ain't pushing Europeans, they consider you broke

It ain't no mystery, my city lost identity

But with a couple bars let me break down the history

We built this city off rock and dro

Pimping hoes, V&V, 2Pac and show

Now the streets corrupting innocent and make a move

Militant through diligence, get shot over a millicent

Eating Scooby Snacks, pop a vitamin

Got Heineken, Robert China men, just to shine again

Got to rehab to get back out, hit the grind again

Pete Rock, do I gotta mind 'em man



[Outro: Mistah F.A.B.]

Where you from cuz?