Where Do We Go

Intro:

Bro, what's poppin'?

It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up

Without no further a due

I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in

Where do we go from here?

Now that all of the children are grown up

And I will respond my time

Knowing nobody gives us a hand

Aye

(Aye)

If y'all niggas don't get ya money right

This time you know what sayin'

I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08

(Where we going?)

My bank account gon' have eight digits that is

Let's go

(Let's go)

Verse 1:

Nobody gave me nothing

I made 50 of a pack

When I made 100

I ran straight to the block

Bounced back with the work like

(Take it all, you need me)

Yes, sir

Niggas better get wit the program

I'm fast on a track

But I kill a slow jam

Oh man, goddamn

(Take it all, you need me)

YB gang, that's the new thang

Brand new chain is straight from Hussein

Mo shoes, mo cars

(Take it all, you need me)

Mo clothes, mo brain, oh yeah

You done seen a few niggas

Wit a yang like me

Never really had doh and shorty like my

Never rolled around in a drop top V

Like me, like we, YB, that's us

Too fast, too hard

(Take it all, you need me)

Young Buck, catch up, yep

I'mma prime time player

Shorty, don't smoke weed

She a high time hater and

Why date her hand, my paper is

(Take it all, you need me)

Few taller than a skyscraper

Niggas better know how to ride the 101

Big shotgun and I buy another one and another

(And another)

And another

(And another)

(Take it all, you need me)

Keep going, is you wit it?

You ain't got shit to say less you did it

You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it

(But)

Who did it?

(Yep)

I did it

YB, that's the new

Hook:

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

(Take it all, you need me)

Verse 2 (Twista):

Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya knew one day

A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real shit

Wanna bet, what?

(Take it all, you need me)

That he too much of a thug for you

Wanna be ballers out here to deal with

Make it competition, go sit on the couch for him

If he need work I'mma hand it out for him

If he need a pistol I'mma hand it out for him

(Take it all, you need me)

Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me

Could spit it just so I could spit it

Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I could fuck her

(Take it all, you need me)

Do her like I could do her, get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha block

Hustling by the building

Just stacking the money up to the ceiling

Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em

When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg

Where we go after we kill 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked

Is the reason we can kick it how we kick

And it's the reason why we pull up on the 30's

(Take it all, you need me)

And the Hummers and we don't give a fuck

If we get a ticket and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch?

Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans

And thirty thousand for a Charger

(Take it all, you need me)

Two hundred for all cops on the first look

Got money on the books

And we got the dollars for Impalers

And the Thumpers and the Hummers

And I'm throwing out the other figgas

Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killas

And we never taking shit from off another nigga

Every time I had mo of to dank

Niggas think I be finish

But I got mo in the tank

I'mma score about 80 on 'em

And go in the paint

(Take it all, you need me)

I'mma take a chunk of ya chip

And then go to the bank so, uh

Hook

Verse 3:

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing

3 years later Dr Wine got a budget

4 years later now everybody love it

(Take it all, you need me)

God fucking damn

Niggas said June wasn't that hot

JB sitting back and I was gon' flop

Now we on top like dog I told ya

(Take it all, you need me)

M holla what's good miss ride out

Let these motherfuckers

Know what we talk about

Left lane, Yung Boss

Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out

We about to take it straight to the white house

Cook crack clean it up then I write down

Everything that I see we I come around

(Take it all, you need me)

Every state every hood that I've been around

84th, just seen to the buggie down

Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down

Niggas know I got love, niggas know I been plugged

(Take it all, you need me)

That's right I'mma a prince of the Chi-Town

So where my south side niggas at right now

We gon' all line up in a single file

And give the whole world something they can sing about

(Take it all, you need me)

Rule 1, better live what you speak bout

Rule 2, don't slip when you creep out

Rule 3, grab heat when you leave out

Rule 4, don't rush nigga ease out

(Take it all, you need me)

And Rule 5, fall or die

Cop that shit that the ballers buy

Ride that wip that the ballers drive

Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high

Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone

Hook

Outro:

Yea, it's the boss, baby

Look what you made me

Where we going from here?

So you ridin' wit us so good luck

You could be with this or that

Yea, so there you have it

Eat your fucking heart out on this one

Yung Berg, Twista, ugh