*featuring Lloyd
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[Lloyd]
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Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea
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[Ja Rule]
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Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the Carmello's
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While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow
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Where women in the middle in a serminal funereal
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Shed a tear cause he lost his son the same way a year ago
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It's the same egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony
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They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery
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If I'm wrong pardon me, me I'm just tired of poverty
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Why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery
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Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
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First we dustin off the rounds and we slip in the mag'
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Then we slip on the masks, and go out and mash
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And we call it feeding our family
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Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn
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How I could just kill a man
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His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand
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If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance
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Please forgive me of my sins, cause we cleansed where I'm from
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[Chorus - Lloyd]
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Me and my niggaz ride
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Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside
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I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it
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But I can't get faded cause I done made it
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Instead of struggling or strive
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Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
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This is coming from Where I'm From (I'm from)
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We all walk back in line (yeah)
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[Ja Rule]
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Now everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef
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Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets
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Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us
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While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us
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Can I get a moment of SILENCE
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Cause they claimin it's the murders that's causin all the violence
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What bout the ones that protect to serve our honor
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Poppin the blue colla', with shots soon to follow
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The ghettos in horror, cause in this boy shot went back
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And now the neighborhood hot and he can't move the crack
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When it's all about the dollars
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And he'll individually get murdered cause money is power
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But then the snitch's get to talking and he's caught within hours
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Cuffed and cryin' on the bus heading straight to the Island
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He was only 13, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts
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Cause ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from
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[Chorus]
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[Ja Rule]
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We ain't all killers in prison
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Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin
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Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it
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Summer time top down with the wood finish
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Pushin hard uptown windows slightly tinted
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Back to back Benz and jeeps, blowin weed with my niggaz
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On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitchs
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Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken
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And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak em, and do it every
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other weekend
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If I ain't have to kill niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto
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I'm like an angel that put on a halo, cradle the grave of my niggaz that we
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lost in the ghetto
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Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and nike's
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Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream
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Set trends and ya'll follow our lead
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But in New Yitti niggaz follow they dreams, where I'm from
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[Chorus]
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Now I lay me down and sleep
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And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep
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If I should die before I wake
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Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take (Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take)
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[Chorus till song fades out]
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Where I'm From
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| Ja Rule |
