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