Where ya from? Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am](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.
[F](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 [Am]I'm from?)
They don't give a fuck if you got talent,
Only got love for your bank balance
like, "Give me the wrong!"
(That's where [F]I'm from)
Don't ever get it twisted.
Yeah I'm really,

[Verse 2]
really from the ends now what the fuck you want?
[Am]I'm walking down the street,
past the coppers on the beat
Past the shooters blotting weed
Clear for everyone to [Bsus4]see,
but no- one [F]gives a D,
'Cause this is everyday life.
Fuck the police
It's a ghetto state of [Am]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.
[F]You can take anywhere
and call it a ghetto,
Same way you make cyanide,
same way [Am]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
[F]Objects,
Now the object is to kill.
How can you value life when you're so
close to death? Stainless [Am]steel,
How's it make you feel,
Blud, holding that buckey?
Knowledge is power,
guns just make you feel lucky.
[F]It's fuckry 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 [Am]on.
Real gangsters stay underground
like non- fiction,
They don't fire blanks at Yanks like
when Nas played at Brixton.
[F]Thrill seeking dickheads just doing
it for kicks and
Hear a next man speak
their name from his lips and
[Am]Give a guy props for licking
shots from a gun
Like if they fired one at him the
fucking prick wouldn't run.
It's like [F]they're praising these youths
for acting so dumb and it's no excuse,
Most of us are fatherless sons.

[Verse 3]
[Am](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.
[F](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 [Am]I'm from?)
They don't give a fuck if you got talent,
Only got love for your bank balance
like, "Give me the wrong!"
[F](That's where I'm from)
Don't ever get it twisted.
Yeah I'm really, really from the ends
now what the fuck [Am]you want?

[Verse 4]
Yo, where you from?
Are you really from the ends?
Well that depends on what the fuck
you mean by ends,
If you south [F]of the Thames, then nah,
I ain't from them ends.
I'm from these ends, they call it the East [Am]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,
[F]Hating on Plan B 'cause they don't
know me as Ben.
Youths as young as ten walking round
[Am]thinking they're men.
They're under the influence,
and I ain't even talking 'bout drugs,
I'm talking bout why the fuck
they're walking like thugs.
They're [F]in love with the idea
of being a gangster,
Romantic idealisms producing
hot jism like a wanker.
[Am]What ever happened to good old fashioned
street fighting like Blanka?
Queensbury Rules,
mate, that's how I vent [G]anger,
[F]Vent my anger,
Knock out your teeth if
you bring me beef,
Leave you looking like [Am]a chief.

[Verse 5]
Where you from blood, [Am]where you from?
What's your name?
[F](Where you from?)
Plan B? Yeah I've heard of you,
still.
Yeah yeah, you're fucked up,
you're fucked up.
('Cause where [Am]I'm from?)
Yeah, yeah,
that's cool though.
[F](That's where I'm from)
Give me your phone, anyway.
Give me your phone,
I don't give a shit,
Give me your [Am]phone, blood.
Don't make me jibb you up.
You see this blade and I'll cut
[F]your throat

[Outro 1]
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