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C-Murder Life Or Death Where I'm From hook Where I'm from, only strong niggas live where I'm from Where I'm from, only hard niggas live where I'm from Where I'm from, only real niggas live where I'm from Where I'm from, only strong niggas live where I'm from (C-Murder) I live cross' the street from a killer Round' the corner from a murderer Next door to a nigga, that never even heard of a free day Cause he did fed time about 9 A cold-blooded killer, still dressing like them old times Their goes some gangstas on the corner slanging crack If you want the powder, you gots to go around the back If you don't want trouble, then stay up in your home In the middle of my block, is where you find the heroine And the one who kill the most, get the most respect Its like the motherfucking law, when you living in the projects Cause money brings problems, and dope brings killing And where I'm from, every young nigga willing To do what they gotta do, on my block Thats why the best job in the hood is slanging rocks hook (Mr. Serv-On) Now where I'm from, niggas cock the 50. caliber chrome You ain't real, catch a policy with Mr. Serv-On You slip on your work, you might lose your wig In the gumbo, where nigga murder innocent kids 25 the legendary status, cause your surviving Game soaked in your blood from the g's and thugs Now slide me the Cong', I get that red in my eyes I'm so high, I don't give a fuck if I live or I die Now where I'm from (Prime Suspects) Now where you at on the streets, still hollerin' bout' keep it real But where I'm from the fakest nigga 'll still split your grill Its cold bro, every man for theyself Soldiers and warriors throwin' up they ward signs Represent don't give a fuck, and where I'm from N.O.P.D jacking and stacking g's, make me wanna join the force I heard they serving up ki's, Now when lose a ghetto hero like my nigga Sluggy G We bustin' up they second line before we let em' rest in peace Where I'm from, thats how it is, broken enemies packing them tears With my niggas, with them wine, cause we getting it how we live 3rd Ward, Parkway, Calliope, ya dig hook (Prime Suspects) Nigga give me gliss, the realest, flip the script like a gymnast Bullet-proof nigga and street chemist Bitch I'm in this to win this And Mortal Kombat you get finished Where I'm from, every nigga over 12 got a gun Get done with, if you running with that dumb shit Get your wig split Give me the money, you keep the bitches so up it, fuck it Cause where I'm from the fucking drugs and thugs Run together like them motherfucking Crips and Bloods Slugs be busting, nigga fuck fussing and cussin' And doing a lil' time ain't bout' nothing Guilty til' proven innocent, for putting bustas in gurders If you havn't heard, where I'm from the po-po's never see murder Nigga (C-Murder) I live the life of a killer One time can't catch me, hennessey and weed I live amongst a dying breed Me and you put in the ghetto to make ends We duck and run from the bullets of our jealous friends Prime Suspects feel my pain Its the killer in me, cause I'm true to the game hook |
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