[Pharrell]
You ready to do thisnigga?
You ready to come down here?
It s Virginianigga...
We do this in broad daylight...
It s a whole different degree of homicidenigga...
You ready?

[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I m from Virginiawhere ain t shit to do but cook (Talk aboutwhat?)
Pack it upsell it triple-pricefuck the books (Talk aboutwhat?)
Where we re-upre-locatere-off them brooks (Talk aboutwhat?)
So when we pull upit ain t shit to do but look (Talk aboutwhat?)

[Pusha T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin
Since I love the feelI guess I m passionately pimpin
It tis what it seems
That thing imprintin through the seams of my jeansby all means
Lost it allfrom lives to love
Put my faith in my moneyhelp me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streetspowder I pushed and shoved
In that ole Virginey
Out of ten niggasnine are guinea
No moneyall they know is gimmegot semis waitin
Heat like Caribbean summersI been there
Each yeara diffferent bitch wonder
Who wing she gon fall underPush or Mal
Ganga grindswit mewith thoughts of fuckin them cross her mind
Look mathat s right up my alley
I love my familyI want them all happy
In Virginiawe smirked at that Simpson trial
YeahI guess the chase was wild
But what s the fuss about?
Seeplenty my partners feelin like O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OKthat s what our door say
Talk the evil that men doI m lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoowe miss you Shampoo
And your gramstoo...
[Pharrell]
My nigga...
Fo sho...

[Chorus 2X s: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I m from Virginiawhere ain t shit to do but cook (Talk aboutwhat?)
Pack it upsell it triple-pricefuck the books (Talk aboutwhat?)
Where we re-upre-locatere-off them brooks (Talk aboutwhat?)
So when we pull upit ain t shit to do but look (Talk aboutwhat?)

[Malice]
Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my papernow they guessin my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malicehe think he hardtough guy of the clique
And Pushahe walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both countsbitchClipse is us
And there are some things that you don t discuss
Don t ask me bout the Neptunes and what s they fair
Don t ask about the loud screamin chick with the hair
Don t ask about my musicand how that s comin bout
Don t ask about my albumor when s it comin out
Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face downlayin on your tummyor you die
I tried being humblehumble get no respect
Now the first sign of troublethat s a hole up in your neck
Pluswhat I look like spendin my nights in jail
I could never be a thugthey don t dress this well
I reside in VAride in VA
Most likely when I dieI m gon die in VA
Virginia s for loversbut trust there s hate here
For out-of-townerswho think that they gon move weight here
Ironicthe same same place I m makin figures at
That there s the same land they used to hang niggas atin Virginia...

[Chorus 2X s: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I m from Virginiawhere ain t shit to do but cook (Talk aboutwhat?)
Pack it upsell it triple-pricefuck the books (Talk aboutwhat?)
Where we re-upre-locatere-off them brooks (Talk aboutwhat?)
So when we pull upit ain t shit to do but look (Talk aboutwhat?)

[Pharrell]
Young n... (Talk aboutwhat?)
This is realyoung n... (Talk aboutwhat?)
You lookin into a whole different worldyoung n (Talk aboutwhat?)
This is real...
Live...

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