I'm From
1st Verse:
I'm from the place where cases get caught, and snitches get bought and turn to employees for pigs.
Them punk ass niggas snitch on their homies to keep their ass from doing a bid.
Where live wires ain't afraid to bang, they splatter your dome, then enter your home,
and chill with your fam. These streets are real for real and not everybody's your man.
Watch your back, your front your sides, and cats who claiming they down for the ride.
When beef comes see the fear in their eyes, they talk shit and be the first to slide.
He screams war but he's scared to die, get interrogated and too pussy to lie.
Same cat that was claiming he's live, get locked up and be the first to cry.
Chorus:
I'm from where the killers kill, the bangers bang,
the slingers sling and them hammers rang.
Where niggas do bids and snitches sing,
and bodies leave in an ambulance.
The weak get beat, the strongest fall,
you come through fronting we're testing your balls,
raise up, you better be ready to brawl,
and tuck your jewels or we're taking them all.
2nd Verse:
Where I'm from, for looking too hard, your face will get scarred, might even get blown apart.
So if you ain't live, don't play the part then bitch up when we test your heart.
'Cause real niggas ain't afraid to bust, a starving dog ain't the one to trust.
He might be the one to get you touched, only thing on his mind is greed and lust.
And trees a must, it's the only thing that keeps us all from going insane,
with stress on the brain, these streets will make you or break you and have you feeling deranged.
We suffer from pain, respected by few, and hated by many. Survive no matter what the sin be.
We're discriminated by the world, so we ain't so friendly.
(Chorus)
3rd Verse:
I'm from the place where cops are scared to come, and run when the AK shots rung,
it's a war outside, and the streets are filled with blood that already spilled.
While cats are carrying steel for real, you watch it on the tube, you dudes
could never comprehend the shit we seen, 'cause you're scared of the places we been.
Where friends become your foes, you gotta watch your back and stay on your toes,
'cause rumors from cat's you know, could have you wind up with a gun to your nose.
Trying to survive and stay alive, these cats be claiming the block is theirs,
I laugh 'cause, when the cops come, we all run from the same sign of fear.
(Chorus 2x)
1st Verse:
I'm from the place where cases get caught, and snitches get bought and turn to employees for pigs.
Them punk ass niggas snitch on their homies to keep their ass from doing a bid.
Where live wires ain't afraid to bang, they splatter your dome, then enter your home,
and chill with your fam. These streets are real for real and not everybody's your man.
Watch your back, your front your sides, and cats who claiming they down for the ride.
When beef comes see the fear in their eyes, they talk shit and be the first to slide.
He screams war but he's scared to die, get interrogated and too pussy to lie.
Same cat that was claiming he's live, get locked up and be the first to cry.
Chorus:
I'm from where the killers kill, the bangers bang,
the slingers sling and them hammers rang.
Where niggas do bids and snitches sing,
and bodies leave in an ambulance.
The weak get beat, the strongest fall,
you come through fronting we're testing your balls,
raise up, you better be ready to brawl,
and tuck your jewels or we're taking them all.
2nd Verse:
Where I'm from, for looking too hard, your face will get scarred, might even get blown apart.
So if you ain't live, don't play the part then bitch up when we test your heart.
'Cause real niggas ain't afraid to bust, a starving dog ain't the one to trust.
He might be the one to get you touched, only thing on his mind is greed and lust.
And trees a must, it's the only thing that keeps us all from going insane,
with stress on the brain, these streets will make you or break you and have you feeling deranged.
We suffer from pain, respected by few, and hated by many. Survive no matter what the sin be.
We're discriminated by the world, so we ain't so friendly.
(Chorus)
3rd Verse:
I'm from the place where cops are scared to come, and run when the AK shots rung,
it's a war outside, and the streets are filled with blood that already spilled.
While cats are carrying steel for real, you watch it on the tube, you dudes
could never comprehend the shit we seen, 'cause you're scared of the places we been.
Where friends become your foes, you gotta watch your back and stay on your toes,
'cause rumors from cat's you know, could have you wind up with a gun to your nose.
Trying to survive and stay alive, these cats be claiming the block is theirs,
I laugh 'cause, when the cops come, we all run from the same sign of fear.
(Chorus 2x)