Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I'm From (feat. Fiend), artist - C-Murder. Album song Life or Death, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Where I'm From (feat. Fiend) |
Where I’m from |
Where I’m from |
Where you from |
Where you from |
Where I’m from, only strong niggaz live where I’m from |
Where I’m from, only hard niggaz live where I’m from |
Where I’m from, only real niggaz live where I’m from |
I live cross the street from a killer, round the corner from a murderer |
Next door to a nigga that never even heard of a Free day cause he did fed time about 9 |
A cold blooded killer still dressing like them old times |
There go some gangsters on them corners slanging crack |
If you want the powder you gots to go around the back |
If you don’t want trouble then stay up in your home |
In the middle of my block is where you find the heroin |
And the one who kill the most get the most respect |
Its like the mothafucking law when you living in the projects |
Cause money brings problems and dope brings killings |
And where I’m from every young nigga willing |
To do what they gotta do on my block |
That’s why the best job in the hood is slanging rocks |
Now where I’m from niggaz cock the 50 caliber chrome |
you ain’t real catch a policy with Mr. Serv-On |
You slip on your work you might lose your wig |
In the gunboat where niggaz murder innocent kids |
25 and legendary status cause you survivein |
Gang soaked in your blood from the g’s and thugs |
Now slide me the cola I get that red in my eyes |
I’m so high don’t give a fuck if I live or I die |
I keep a gat on the streets, they hollering bout keep it real |
But where I’m from the fakest nigga will still split your wheel |
Its cold bro every man for they self |
Soldiers and warriors throwing up they war signs representing don’t give a fuck |
And where I’m from ain’t no bd jacking and stacking g’s nigga |
Make me wanna join the force I heard they serving up keys |
Now when we lose a ghetto hero like my nigga Slugging G We bustin jumpin a second line before we let him rest in peace |
Where I’m from that’s how it is, broke and ignorant spreadin tears |
With my niggaz with the wine cause we getting it how we live |
3rd Ward Parkway, Calliope ya dig |
Nigga give me gliss, the realest flip the script |
Like a gymnast, bulletproof nigga and street chemist |
Bitch I’m in this to win it, in Mortal Kombat you be finished |
Where I’m from every nigga over 12 got a gun |
Get done with if you run up with that dumb shit |
Get your wig split, give me the money you get the bitches so up it |
Fuck it, cause where I’m from the fucking drugs an thugs run it Kinda like them mothafucking Crips and Bloods |
Slugs be busting niggaz fuck fussing and cussing |
And doing a little time ain’t bout nothing, guilty til proven innocent |
For putting busters in girdles if you haven’t heard |
Where I’m from the popos never see murder |
I live the life of a killa, one time can’t catch me Hennessy and weed I live amongst a dying breed |
Me and you put in the ghetto to make ends |
We duck and run from the bullets of our jealous friends |
Prime Suspects feel my pain |
Its the killer in me cause I’m true to the game |