Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im From, artist - Nipsey Hussle.
Date of issue: 20.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Im From |
I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here |
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket |
I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here |
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket |
I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here |
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket |
I’m from Slauson, when shit get drastic down here |
Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the block |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the- |
Let’s take the block through my hood |
Crenshaw corner stores, dope spots on the low |
Young homies hit the pen, old G’s on parole (Let's go) |
Dice games in the back, air holes in the MAC |
Leather on my seats, burners stashed in my Cadillac |
Yellow tape, white chalk, 10th Ave, High Park |
Young black males catchin' hell from them white cops |
G-Rod on one, two homies, three guns |
Hoppin' out, killin' shit, four-five semi-spit |
Four-five niggas hit, my retaliation, go |
Somebody got two dollars, just a part of gang bangin', yo |
And Bush keep talkin' 'bout the war in the Middle East |
But he don’t give a fuck about this war in these city streets |
So fuck peace, I’ma ride on my enemies |
And friends is somethin' we can never pretend to be |
I’m showin' you somethin' that you was never meant to see |
You might choose your life, there’s killers in the vicinity |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the block |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the- |
Let’s take the block through my hood |
Ridin' 63rd, flip work off the curb |
Got crashed, cops that hop gates wanna hear the bird |
Young flips give me head, tryna keep me in the bed |
Once I get my nut, I’m out the door, I’m all about my bread |
Westside killers ride, never seen a nigga die |
Now he trigger-traumatized, humble from the homicide |
Gang bang nigga shit, same day different shit |
More drama than a soap opera where I’m livin' bitch |
And everybody talkin' bout stop snitchin' |
I was countin' from your street lights, so they don’t need a witness |
They come to court wit' a tape on your ass |
With your face on blast, close cased on your ass |
I let off ten shots, I got plenty to go (Alright) |
Do a nigga like O-Dog, hit that bitch in the store, for real |
'Cause when Caine was on the set filmin' Menace |
We was servin' on the steps, no respect for the tenants |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the block |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the- |
Let’s take the block through my hood |
I’m rep of 5−8, I’m Crenshaw ace-ace |
I’m blue steal 38's, I send 'em to the pearly gates |
I’m young thug, get it straight |
White teeth, Bathing Ape |
I smoke big kush wit' S-Black and Big Wake |
thousand dollar jeans, mind on another page |
Come and get money nigga, grind rocks from the cage |
Violence in one time, hustle on another stage |
Pop shops, crash cops, niggas livin' in a rage |
Under street lights, in my district, get waved at 'em |
,, I’m dope-locked, 8th Ave |
I post up, set shop, go hard, and get cash |
Lean on the gate wit' a K and a face mask |
So if you think you touchin' us, not hardly |
When the rifle blast it sound like the pipes on a Harley |
If you think I’m new around here, I beg your pardon |
I’m Slauson Avenue, I’m little Marcus Garvey |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
Lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the block |
My nigga why you come 'round here? |
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here? |
That’s how you get robbed and shot |
And lil niggas they got guns 'round here |
'Cause niggas die young 'round here |
So you better get off the- |
Let’s take the block through my hood |