So (Where I Live At!)
Deep in da Circle Featuring Tamir the MasterMind
C1998 Written by Tamir Z. Brown for Circle Set Music (ASCAP)
First verse
• Ah yo my man little sister, she grew up quick
O Walking through the projects like some grown-ass chick
• I should have seen it coming, the way these cats would stare
O But wouldn’t dare talk to her because her brother was there
• But when he got locked up it was a whole different story
O Screaming and yelling “Ah yo, come here shorty”
• Total disrespect given so it’s lives to take
O Sending scribes in the mail how these niggas was fake
• It’s ironic, he’s an inmate his sister’s jailbait
O Destiny’s child, they had a date with fate
• Upon his release date, they came looking for this nigga
O Giving him hugs like he never would figure
• His own peeps to be the culprits corrupted gods is so sick
O Warned them about the Loki business, the god of mischief
• Crossing thin lines changing love to hate
O I watched the devil infiltrate this man’s mind-state
• Who are we to debate when we can’t even relate
O To the situation annihilate these snakes
First Chorus
Where I live at, they cook it pots and pans
Where I live at, these niggas rob Mexicans
Where I live at, some cats would blast their man
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, they cook it pots and pans
Where I live at, these niggas rob Mexicans
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, some cats would blast their man
Second verse
• He packed toast in his boots back day, when we was wilding
O Children no more, grabbed the microphone smiling
• Not knowing a shooter set up on the roof
O White feathers turned red as they blew out his goose
• A man murdered in cold-blood vivid memories
O It’s easy to shoot cock it back, aim, (th)en squeeze
• But take the safety off first violence at it’s worst
O In my ghetto or hood they do more then just bust a verse
• Cause this cat got shot in the chest for trying to mess
O With my man’s little sister, bullet just missed the
• Aorta vessel I heard son was blood
O Blood pouring out his body son survived now he’s a thug
• See he bust slugs on ug mugs who tried to front bugged
O Got a reap as seven-thirty can’t show no love
• Cause yo, love is for the weak in this concrete jungle
O Survive on the humble shot him up in a rumble
Second Chorus
Where I live at, family kill their brothers for grands
Where I live at, punk snakes act like your man and shake your hand
Where I live at, Tamir keep it real with all the fans
Where I live at, blacks need to own land and expand
Where I live at, the foolish work against their own plans
Where I live at, police beat you down throw you in vans
Where I live at, niggas rather run then get in the war stance
Where I live at, chumps abandon their seeds unlike a man
Third verse
• Now all you see is money bleeding attention that he’s needing
O Got two choices, the projects or where the fiends went
• Abandon buildings Burned-out and just a husk
O ghetto residents figured he just got bust
• They see it all the time and pay it little mind
O Plus this cat had the trouble design like land mines
• Always arguing in the streets he was destined for beef
O His circle, filled with drama he was in to deep
• Basically what I’m saying is watch the people you meet
O Those you greet in the streets is the same cats that creep
• Selling crack to your daughters and sons counting ones
O Toting guns for funds stick you up and then run,Run,Run
Third Chorus
Where I live at, some cats would blast their man
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, these niggas rob Mexicans
Where I live at, they cook it pots and pans
Where I live at, these niggas would blast their man
Where I live at, these cats rob Mexicans
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, Yo what’s the master plan?
Deep in da Circle Featuring Tamir the MasterMind
C1998 Written by Tamir Z. Brown for Circle Set Music (ASCAP)
First verse
• Ah yo my man little sister, she grew up quick
O Walking through the projects like some grown-ass chick
• I should have seen it coming, the way these cats would stare
O But wouldn’t dare talk to her because her brother was there
• But when he got locked up it was a whole different story
O Screaming and yelling “Ah yo, come here shorty”
• Total disrespect given so it’s lives to take
O Sending scribes in the mail how these niggas was fake
• It’s ironic, he’s an inmate his sister’s jailbait
O Destiny’s child, they had a date with fate
• Upon his release date, they came looking for this nigga
O Giving him hugs like he never would figure
• His own peeps to be the culprits corrupted gods is so sick
O Warned them about the Loki business, the god of mischief
• Crossing thin lines changing love to hate
O I watched the devil infiltrate this man’s mind-state
• Who are we to debate when we can’t even relate
O To the situation annihilate these snakes
First Chorus
Where I live at, they cook it pots and pans
Where I live at, these niggas rob Mexicans
Where I live at, some cats would blast their man
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, they cook it pots and pans
Where I live at, these niggas rob Mexicans
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, some cats would blast their man
Second verse
• He packed toast in his boots back day, when we was wilding
O Children no more, grabbed the microphone smiling
• Not knowing a shooter set up on the roof
O White feathers turned red as they blew out his goose
• A man murdered in cold-blood vivid memories
O It’s easy to shoot cock it back, aim, (th)en squeeze
• But take the safety off first violence at it’s worst
O In my ghetto or hood they do more then just bust a verse
• Cause this cat got shot in the chest for trying to mess
O With my man’s little sister, bullet just missed the
• Aorta vessel I heard son was blood
O Blood pouring out his body son survived now he’s a thug
• See he bust slugs on ug mugs who tried to front bugged
O Got a reap as seven-thirty can’t show no love
• Cause yo, love is for the weak in this concrete jungle
O Survive on the humble shot him up in a rumble
Second Chorus
Where I live at, family kill their brothers for grands
Where I live at, punk snakes act like your man and shake your hand
Where I live at, Tamir keep it real with all the fans
Where I live at, blacks need to own land and expand
Where I live at, the foolish work against their own plans
Where I live at, police beat you down throw you in vans
Where I live at, niggas rather run then get in the war stance
Where I live at, chumps abandon their seeds unlike a man
Third verse
• Now all you see is money bleeding attention that he’s needing
O Got two choices, the projects or where the fiends went
• Abandon buildings Burned-out and just a husk
O ghetto residents figured he just got bust
• They see it all the time and pay it little mind
O Plus this cat had the trouble design like land mines
• Always arguing in the streets he was destined for beef
O His circle, filled with drama he was in to deep
• Basically what I’m saying is watch the people you meet
O Those you greet in the streets is the same cats that creep
• Selling crack to your daughters and sons counting ones
O Toting guns for funds stick you up and then run,Run,Run
Third Chorus
Where I live at, some cats would blast their man
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, these niggas rob Mexicans
Where I live at, they cook it pots and pans
Where I live at, these niggas would blast their man
Where I live at, these cats rob Mexicans
Where I live at, sometimes I don’t understand
Where I live at, Yo what’s the master plan?
( Deep in da Circle )
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