Where Ya From?(Explicit) - Plan B

Where Ya From? (Explicit) - Plan B
Written by：Ben Drew
Where you from
I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes
That smile in your face as they plot to do wrong
Where you from
I'm from a town where the mans will take you down
If they see you making pounds
And flashing it around like you the don
'Cause where I'm from
They don't give a f**k
If you got talent
Only got love for your bank balance like
Give me the wrong
That's where I'm from
Don't ever get it twisted
Yeah I'm really really from the ends
Now what the f**k you want
I'm walking down the street past the coppers on the beat
Past the shooters blotting w**d
Clear for everyone to see but no one gives a d
'Cause this is everyday life
F**k the police
It's a ghetto state of mind
'Cept where I'm living I can't see no ghetto
This ain't america
It's england where we live ain't nothing special
You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto
Same way you make cyanide same way you make amaretto
Hip hop's in the street now were all busting
50 cent's on mtv
Now it's cool to carry metal
Objects
Now the object is to kill
How can you value life
When you're so close to death stainless steel
How's it make you feel
Blud
Holding that buckey
Knowledge is power
Guns just make you feel lucky
It's f**kry the way these yout' man like to go on
Busting shots in the crowd when there's a show on
They're just putting a show on
Real gangsters stay underground like non fiction
They don't fire blanks at yanks like when nas played at brixton
Thrill seeking dickheads just doing it for kicks and
Hear a next man speak their name from his lips
Give a guy props for licking shots from a gun
Like if they fired one at him the f**king prick wouldn't run
It's like they're praising
These youths for acting so dumb and it's no excuse
Most of us are fatherless sons
Where you from
I'm from a place were the streets are filled with snakes
That smile in your face as they plot to do wrong
Where you from
I'm from a town where the mans will take you down
If they see you making pounds
And flashing it around like you the don
'Cause where I'm from
They don't give a f**k if you got talent
Only got love for your bank balance like
Give me the wrong
That's where I'm from
Don't ever get it twisted
Yeah
I'm really really from the ends now what the f**k you want
Yo where you from
Are you really from the ends
Well that depends on what the f**k you mean by ends
If you south of the thames
Then nah
I ain't from them ends
I'm from these ends
They call it the
East end my friend
And round here you gotta watch your back 'cause everyone's bent
Bare man who think they're rough just 'cause they're shooting the peng
Hating on plan b 'cause they don't know me as ben
Youths as young as ten walking round thinking they're men
They're under the influence
And I ain't even talking 'bout ***
I'm talking 'bout why the f**k they're walking like thugs
They're in love with the idea of being a gangster
Romantic idealisms producing hot jism like a wanker
What ever happened to good old fashioned street fighting like
Blanka
Queensbury rules
Mate
That's how I vent anger
Vent my anger
Knock out your teeth if you bring me beef
Leave you looking like a chief
Where you from
Where you from blood
Where you from
What's your name
Where you from
Plan b
Yeah I've heard of you
Still
Yeah yeah you're f**ked up
You're f**ked up
'Cause where I'm from
Yeah
That's cool though
That's where I'm from
Give me your phone
Anyway
Give me your phone
I don't give a sh*t
Give me your phone
Blood
Don't make me jibb you up
You see this blade and I'll cut your throat
Cut your throat
Cut your throat
Cut your throat