Point Blank (US) - Where Was Your Ass At lyrics

When I dropped my first album n***as was jocking me tough And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough "Well slow it down" Hell, no! I ain't slowing down sh** It's 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick You know what I'm saying, motherf**ers try to front on the Blank Soon as they think I got paid, smoke a blunt with the Blank Then we get high, so high that they think I don't notice But only if they knew, that's the only way I could focus Hip hop blues, I'm still paying dues undercover But they don't see the times a motherf**er gotta suffer Pawning all of my sh** and I couldn't afford to get it back But still made hits 'cause Dope ain't charged me nothing for the tracks Cool, much respect due, I see you fool Motherf**ers don't appreciate the sh** that you and Egypt do Women around Houston seem to think we rich Because every time they see me I'm rolling with a different b**h I got a tape, true enough, it's jamming, G But I had more sh** back in the day when I was slanging D So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git When you weren't there when I was making this sh** Chorus: Working late nights in the studio, busting my a** crack Busting my a** crack, where was your a** at? Hell, yeah, I bust my a** trying to make this And I'll be damned if I let a n***a take this 'Cause it's all about respect and never giving up But a lot of artists these days just don't give a f** I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop And what I don't understand to this very day is How'd all this white sh** ever make it on the play list, sh** I dig ditches for b**hes that wanna ride dick Now everybody's jocking, trying to be my sidekick Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out But when they stand out I wear they f**ing a** out Man, I don't owe that n***a sh** If I got something to give you, I'ma give it to you You ain't got to rob my dick to get it And what's this sh** I heard about the Blank smoking crack? n***a, I'm six four, 260 solid, so squash that The suicide attempt is true, if I may say I can't explain, I just felt like dying that day But motherf**ers stick they nose where it don't belong And got the nerve to want to be on my f**ing song Trying to be down, but can't accept the fact that he fired Get off my dick, n***a, I'm tired Chorus Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six around the clock clowns trying to mix this sh** down I've been up for three days and still pushing it My girl talk crazy, but f** her 'cause she's full of sh** It's all about money, I got to get paid If I don't make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage And all I'ma have to say is I tried to Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too So I'ma reincarnate the old Point Blank Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight Because I knew a lot of n***as in the game And I still know a lot of n***as who want to do this damn thing Klondike Kat told me to hold on While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on David D was kind of scared, but I don't blame him He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him PSK, what can I say about this n******go Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though But Dope E and Egypt E, I'm speachless Much love for y'all fools, and I mean this K Rude and all my boys up in TDC I'd rather you stick a knife in me than forget me Yo, I can't forget Bigtyme and Eddie C MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G And for the rest of y'all fools I know some of y'all care But face the facts, you weren't there Player, when I was Chorus