Where Im From lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Uh-huh

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' sh*t, n*ggas will split your f*cking wig, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from (Ugh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm from New York City, eyes on the prize, dodging the worm
I'll fry your head like a project perm, bullets burn
My right hand's in the urn—how the hell did I deserve
To be placed in a situation where nobody's concerned?
Curse the coward that's bragging and didn't clap they mark
He deserve a beating faster than a fat man's heart
I play my part, well-respected (Yeah), every minute, every second
You'll put a dent in your budget booking me for a record (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' sh*t, n*ggas will split your f*cking wig, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Cashville is where I call home (Yeah), there's no one to call on
It's every man for himself, I come from the bottom (For sure)
I been the n*gga behind the trigger and been in front of the bullet
But where I'm from, we don't think about it, we pull it
Crips and Bloods, Cali done got these country n*ggas banging
Ain't no more hanging, n*gga, what set is you claiming?
'Round here, money ain't coming like it used to be
'Cause these teens killing fiends over half a G

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' sh*t, n*ggas will split your f*cking wig, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from (Westside Compton, motherf*ckers)

[Verse 3: The Game]
n*ggas is three-wheeling, ass-scraping, 100 spokes, Gold Daytons
Home of the Lakers, we riding dubs like Payton
Bandana, forty-five, c*ck it back, hollow-tips gon' fly
You b*tch n*ggas go run and hide, it's NWA 'til the day I die
Purple haze, I get high, where the beef at? I'm ready to ride
All-star game, don't come outside, lil' drama and it's gon' be a homicide
Low-riding through the CPT, Banks riding shotgun
Buck in the backseat (Uh-huh), G-Unit, pop something
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' sh*t, n*ggas will split your f*cking wig, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n*gga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
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