Where I'm From

[Lloyd]

Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea

[Ja Rule]

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car limos

While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow

Where women in the middle in a serminal funereal

Shed a tear cause he lost his son the same way a year ago

It's the same egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony

They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery

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

Why them niggaz 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 we 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

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

Please forgive me of my sins, cause we cleansed where I'm from

[Chorus] - [Lloyd]

Me and my niggaz ride

Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside

I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it

But I can't get faded cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive

Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine

This is coming from Where I'm From (I'm from)

We all walk back in line (yeah)

[Ja Rule]

Now 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 niggaz that's causin all the violence

What bout the ones that protect to serve our honor

Poppin the blue colla', with shots soon to follow

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

And now the neighborhood 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 13, but tried us in the dope and as high as the coast

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

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]

We ain't all killers in prison

Matter fact that's a stereo typical 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 niggaz

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

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 niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto

I'm like an angel that put on a halo, cradle the grave of my niggaz that we

lost in the ghetto

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

Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream

Set trends and ya'll follow our lead

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

[Chorus]

Now I lay me down and sleep

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

If I should die before I wake

Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take (Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take)

[Chorus till song fades out]