Lyrics: Where I'm From (Feat. Lloyd)

[Lloyd]
Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea

[Ja Rule]
Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over they Carmelo's
While they momma's at home, tears hittin the pillow
Rev right in the middle of his sermon at the funeral
Shed a tear, cuz he lost his son the same way a year ago
And it's the same evil spiritual, we thuggin in harmony
They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery
If I'm wrong, then pardon me, I'm just tired of poverty
Why no niggaz in the hood ever hit the lottery?
Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin off them rounds, then slip in the mag
They slip on the masks, then go out and mash
And we call it feedin our families, ya'll call it a tragedy
Damn, how I could just kill a man
Watch his blood flow like a river then rinse his blood off my hands
If you hearin me speak, please Lord, give me a chance
And forgive me for my sins cuz we cleansed, where I'm from

[Chorus: (Lloyd) X 1]
Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never runnin or hid'n, cuz some niggaz hate it
But I can't be faded, cuz I done made it
Steady strugglin to strive, to find my way
On these ghetto streets of mine
Cuz comin from where I'm from, I'm from, we all walk that thin line

E'ybody know e'ybody so nobody can hide from beef
Except but us, surprisin when these kids get killed on the streets
Look how these animals eat, that's how they talk about us
While they share they joke and laugh, puttin the chalk around us
Can I get a moment of silence?
Cuz they claimin it's the murderers that's causin all the violence
But what about the ones that protect and serve our honor?
Poppin that blue colla, when shots soon will follow
The ghetto's in horror, cuz then this boy shot one back
And now the neighborhood's hot, they can't move the crack
But it's all about dollaz
And he'll eventually get murdered cuz money is power
But then the snitches get to talkin
He's caught within hours
Cuffed and cryin on the bus headed straight to the island
He was only 13, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts
Because ain't no more children of the ghetto, where I'm from

[Chorus (Lloyd) X 1]

We ain't all killaz in prison
Matter fact thats a stereotypical thought of livin
Cuz they don't know about the hood and the love in it
Summertime, top down with the wood finish
Pushin hard uptown
Windows slightly tinted, back to back Benz's and Jeeps
Blowin weed with my niggaz, on our way to a house party
Gonna fuck with some bitches
Let's get some liquor cuz shorty said she makin some chicken
And if we get 'em drunk enough we prob'ly could freak 'em
And do it every other weekend
If I ain't have to kill niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto
I'm like an angel that put on a halo
Cradle the graves of my niggaz that we lost in the ghetto
Cuz where I'm from in the ghetto, we rock white tees and Nikes
Throw 3 dice and name our dope Ice Cream
Set trends and ya'll follow our lead
But in new yeah deez niggaz follow they dreams, where I'm from

[Chorus (Lloyd) X 1]

Now I lay me down to sleep
And I pray for the Lord, my soul to keep
But if I should die before I wake
Pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Pray for the Lord, my soul to take

[Chorus (Lloyd) X 1]