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  • You ready to do this, ******?
    You ready to come down here?
    It's Virginia, ******
    We do this in broad daylight
    It's a whole different degree of homicide, ******
    You ready?
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
    Alters my walk to limpin'
    (Home sweet home)
    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
    Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
    See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
    Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
    In that ole' Virginey
    Out of ten ******s, nine are guinea
    No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
    Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
    Each year, a different ****** wonder
    Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
    Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of ******' 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 ******t is ok, that's what our door 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 ******
    Fo sho
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    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 ******t
    You right on both counts, ******, Clipse is us
    And there are some things that you don't discuss
    Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
    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 slide
    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 ******s at
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    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
  • You ready to do this, ******?
    You ready to come down here?
    It's Virginia, ******
    We do this in broad daylight
    It's a whole different degree of homicide, ******
    You ready?
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
    Alters my walk to limpin'
    (Home sweet home)
    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
    Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
    See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
    Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
    In that ole' Virginey
    Out of ten ******s, nine are guinea
    No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
    Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
    Each year, a different ****** wonder
    Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
    Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of ******' 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 ******t is ok, that's what our door 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 ******
    Fo sho
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    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 ******t
    You right on both counts, ******, Clipse is us
    And there are some things that you don't discuss
    Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
    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 slide
    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 ******s at
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    I'm from Virginia, where ain't ******t to do but cook
    (Talk about, what?)
    Pack it up, sell it triple-price, ****** the books
    (Talk about, what?)
    Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
    (Talk about, what?)
    So when we pull up, it ain't ******t to do but look
    (Talk about, what?)
    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