Lyrics:

Intro- Nigga, Fuck Iz U Talkin Bout



(Lloyd) Mmmmm hey cumin from where im from (im from)



(Ja) Kids get killed in ghettos shot up ova over the carmello while their mommas at home tears hitting the pillow reverand in the middle of a sermaneded funeral shed a tear coz he lost his son the same way a year ago its the same ego spiritual we thuggin in harmony they say death brings life in exchange no robbery if im wrong then pardon me just tired of poverty why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery unless they go lottery first round in the draft coz we dustin off them rounds and snippin them masks slip on them masks and go out and mash and we call it feeding our family u call it a tragedy damn how i can just kill a man watch his blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off my hands if u hearin me speak please lord give me a chance and forgive me for my sins coz we clings where im from..



(Loyd - Chorus) Me and my niggaz ride even when the sun dont shine n its cold outside im never runnin 2 hide some niggaz hate it but i cant be faded coz i done made it steady strugglin 2 strive to find my way out these ghetto streets of mine its cumin from where im from im from we all walk back in line



(Ja)Everybody know that everybody so nobody can hide from beef its why im not surpised these kids be killed on the streets look how these animals eat tahts how they talk about us while they sit here joke n laugh puttin the choke around us can i get a moment of silence coz they claimin its the murderers causin all the violence but what about the ones protect and serve in honour poppin that blue collar with shots in the wind to follow the ghettos in horror coz then this boy shot one back and now the neighbourhoods hot they cant move the crack but its all about dollars and he'll eventually get murdered because money is power but then the snitches get talkin and caught within hours coughin and cryin on the bus headin straight for the island he was only 13 then tried us in the dope and the high as the coast becase aint no more children of the ghetto where im from..



(Loyd - Chorus) Me and my niggaz ride even when the sun dont shine n its cold outside im never runnin 2 hide some niggaz hate it but i cant be faded coz i done made it steady strugglin 2 strive to find my way out these ghetto streets of mine its cumin from where im from im from we all walk back in line



(Ja) We aint all killers in prison matter of fact thats a sterotypical thought of living coz they dont no about the hood and the love in it summer time top down with the wood finish pushin harder uptown windows slightly tinted back 2 back bentleys n jeeps blowin with em ma niggaz on our way to a house party gona fuk wit sum bitches lets get sum liquor shorty sed she'd make us sum chicken and if we get them drunk enough probly can freak em and do it every other weekend if i aint hav 2 kill niggaz i neva wud leave the ghetto im like an angel that put on her halo cradle the graves of my niggaz that we lost in the ghetto coz where im from in the ghetto we rob whote t's and nikes throw green dice and name my dob ice-cream set trends n yall follow my lead but in new yitty niggaz follow their dreams where im from..



(Loyd - Chorus) Me and my niggaz ride even when the sun dont shine n its cold outside im never runnin 2 hide some niggaz hate it but i cant be faded coz i done made it steady strugglin 2 strive to find my way out these ghetto streets of mine its cumin from where im from im from we all walk back in line



(Lloyd) - Yea Momma laid me down to sleep and i prayed for the lord my soul to keep but if i should die before i wake pray to the lord my soul detain yea pray for the lord my soul detain oooooh yea



(Loyd - Chorus) Me and my niggaz ride even when the sun dont shine n its cold outside im never runnin 2 hide some niggaz hate it but i cant be faded coz i done made it steady strugglin 2 strive to find my way out these ghetto streets of mine its cumin from where im from im from we all walk back in line