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Where I'm From
EXPLICIT

Where I'm From (Album Version Explicit)

Ja Rule, Lloyd

Lyrics

Nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Umm hey

Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from

Oh yea

Oh yea

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over their carmelo's

While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow

Reverend in the middle of a sermon and funereal

Shed a tear 'cause they lost a son the same way a year ago

It's the same ego spiritual, we thuggin' in harmony

They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery

If I'm wrong then pardon me, I'm just tired of poverty

Why them niggas in the hood never hit the lottery

Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft

First we dustin' off the rounds and we slip in the mag'

Then slip on the masks, and go out and mash

And we call it feeding our family, ya'll call it a tragedy, damn

How I could just kill a man

Watch his blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand

If you hearing me speak please lord give me a chance

And forgive for my sins, 'cause we cleansed where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling, just strive

Find my way out these ghetto streets of mine

This is coming from where I'm from (I'm from)

We all walk back in line

Everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef

Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets

Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us

While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us

Can I get a moment of silence

'Cause they claimin' it's the murderers that's causing all the violence

But what about the ones that protect to serve our honor

Poppin' that blue colla', with shots soon to follow

The ghettos in horror, 'cause in this boy shot went back

And now the neighborhood's hot and he can't move the crack

When it's all about the dollars

And he'll individually get murdered 'cause money is power

But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours

Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the island

He was only thirteen, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts

Because ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside (it's cold outside)

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling, I strive

To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine

This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from

We all walk back in line (yeah)

We ain't all killers in prison

Matter fact that's a stereotypical thought of livin'

'Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it

Summer time top down with the wood finish

Pushin' hard uptown windows slightly tinted

Back to back Benz' and Jeeps, blowin' weed with my niggas

On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitches

Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken

And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak 'em

And do it every other weekend

If I don't have to kill niggas, I never would leave the ghetto

I'm like an angel that put on a halo

Cradle the grave of my niggas that we lost in the ghetto

'Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and Nike's

Roll three dice and name our dope ice cream

Set trends and ya'll follow our lead

But in New Yitti niggas follow they dreams, where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling, I strive

To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine

This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from (I'm from)

We all walk back in line, yeah

Now I lay me down and sleep

And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep

But if I should die before I wake

Pray for the Lord, my soul to take yeah

Pray for the Lord, my soul to take

Hmm, hmm

Oh yeah

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling, I strive

To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine

This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from

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