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You ready to do this, nigga?

You ready to come down here?

It's Virginia, nigga

We do this in broad daylight

It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga

You ready?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook

Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books

Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks

So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones

Alters my walk to limpin'

Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'

It 'tis what it seems

That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means

Lost it all, from lives to love

But my faith and my money helped me rise above

See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough

Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved

In that ol' Virginny

Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea

No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'

Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there

Each year, a different bitch wonder

Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'

Gonz or Grimes, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind

Look ma, that's right up my alley

I love my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial

Yeah, I guess the chase was wild

But what's the fuss about?

See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J

Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our dough say

Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental

I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo

And your grams, too

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook

Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books

Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks

So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook

Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books

Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks

So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look

Seem like they all got a comment to make

In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight

They fast to predict the outcome of my fate

Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take

"Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique

And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit"

You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us

And there are some things that you don't discuss

Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fare

Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair

Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout

Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out

'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the sly

Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die

I tried being humble, humble get no respect

Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail

I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well

I reside in VA, ride in VA

Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA

Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here

For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here

Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at

That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook

Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books

Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks

So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook

Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books

Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks

So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look

Young'n (Talk about, what?)

This is real, young'n (Talk about, what?)

You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)

This is real

Live 

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