I’m From lyrics

[Intro: Cuzzy Capone]
I'm from Slauson, where sh*t get drastic down here
f*ck a room, go to sleep in a casket
I’m from Slauson, where sh*t get drastic down here
f*ck a room, go to sleep in a casket
I'm from Slauson, where sh*t get drastic down here
f*ck a room, go to sleep in a casket
I'm from Slauson, where sh*t get drastic down here
f*ck a room, go to sleep in a casket

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
My n*gga, why you come ’round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My n*gga, why you come ’round here?
Knowing you ain’t from 'round here?
That’s how you get robbed and shot
And lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young ’round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Crenshaw corner stores, dope spots on the low
Young homies hit the pen, OG'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 (Yeah)
Yellow tape, white chalk, 10th Ave, Hyde Park
Young black males catchin' hell from them white cops
G-ride on one, two homies, three guns (Uh-huh)
Hoppin' out, killin' sh*t, four-five semi-spit (Bah)
Four-five n*ggas hit by retaliation, go
Somebody got to die, that's just a part of gang bangin' (Yah)
And Bush keep talkin' 'bout the war in the Middle East
But he don't give a f*ck about this war in these city streets
So f*ck peace, I'ma ride on my enemies (Uh-huh)
And friends is somethin' we can never pretend to be
I'm showin' you somethin' that you was never meant to see (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You might lose your life, there's killers in the vicinity
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
My n*gga, why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My n*gga, why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Brynhurst, 63rd (Yeah), flip work off the curb
Duck C.R.A.S.H. cops and hop gates, when I 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 (Yeah), never seen a n*gga die
Now he trippin', traumatized, humbled from the homicide (Ayy)
Gang bang n*gga sh*t (Uh), same day different sh*t (Yah)
More drama than a soap opera where I'm livin' b*tch
And everybody talkin' bout stop snitchin'
Now there's cameras on your street lights, so they don't need a witness (Pay attention)
They come to court with a tape on your ass
Got your face on blast (Uh-huh), close cased on your ass (Yeah)
I let her off ten shots, I got plenty to go (Alright)
Do a n*gga like O-Dog, did that b*tch in the store, for real (Ah)
'Cause when Caine was on the set filmin' Menace (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was servin' on the steps, no respect for the tenants
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
My n*gga, why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My n*gga, why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the block through my hood

[Verse 3: Cuzzy Capone]
I'm Rimpau 5-8, I'm Crenshaw ace-ace
I'm blue steal 38's, I send 'em to the pearly gates
I'm young cuz, get it straight
White tee, Bathing Ape
I smoke big kush with S-Black and Big Wake
I sag thousand dollar jeans, mind on another page
Come and get money, n*gga, grind rocks from the cage
Violence and one-time, hustle on another stage
Pop shops, C.R.A.S.H. cops, n*ggas livin' in a rage
Under street lights, in my district, get way bad
I'm hardcore, [?] , I'm dope-blocked, 8th Ave
I post up, set shop, go hard, and get cash
Lean on the gate with 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 lil' Marcus Garvey, n*gga
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
My n*gga, why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
Lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the block
My n*gga, why you come 'round here?
Knowing you ain't from 'round here?
That's how you get robbed and shot
And lil' n*ggas they got guns 'round here
'Cause n*ggas die young 'round here
So you better get off the–
Let's take the—