Virginia

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 (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 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 (my nigga, fo' sho')
 I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (that's right) (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Seems 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 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 (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 This is young'n (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 This is real, young'n (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (talkin' 'bout, what?)
 This is real
 Live