Virginia
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You ready to do this, nigga?
Are you prepared for what's about to go down?

You ready to come down here?
Are you ready to come to Virginia?

It's Virginia, nigga
This is Virginia we're talking about

We do this in broad daylight
We operate in plain sight

It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga
Violence in Virginia is on another level

You ready?
Are you ready for what Virginia has in store?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
Virginia is a place where the drug trade is rampant and people move around frequently, making it easy to make a profit. When we show up, there's nothing to do but watch and see what we do next.

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
I keep a gun on me because it makes me feel powerful. I've lost everything, but my faith and money have helped me climb back up. When times were tough, I turned to God. I've been through a lot in Virginia, including bullying and selling drugs.

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
Most people in Virginia are poor and don't have much. They're always asking for handouts and some of them have guns waiting for them. I've been with a lot of different women in Virginia, and they all wonder which one of us they'll end up with. My family means everything to me. In Virginia, we thought the O.J. Simpson trial was funny and a lot of people feel they can get away with murder. I'm lost in thought about the terrible things people can do. I miss my friend Shampoo and his grandmother.

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 shit" You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us And there are some things that you don't discuss
People are always talking about my money and trying to guess how much I have. They're also questioning whether my brother and I have what it takes to succeed. They say I act tough and so does my brother, but we are who we are. Some things are off-limits for discussion.

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
Don't ask me about my music or the production duo The Neptunes. Don't ask about that woman who screams in our songs or when our album is coming out. If I sense you're trying to make fun of me, I'll hurt you. I've tried being humble before, but it doesn't get me any respect. If you cause trouble, I'll shoot you.

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 niggas at, in Virginia
I don't want to spend my nights in jail or ruin my appearance by dressing like a thug. I live and ride in Virginia, and when I die, it will most likely be in Virginia. Although Virginia is known as a romantic place, there's also a lot of hate here for those who try to come here and sell drugs. It's ironic that I'm making money in a place where they used to hang black people.

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
This is real life and a whole different world than what you're used to. Understand that this is not a game.