Where I'm From Lyrics - R.u.l.e. - Ja Rule

Nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? 

Umm hey 

Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from 

Oh yea 

Oh yea 

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over their carmelo's 

While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow 

Reverend in the middle of a sermon and funereal 

Shed a tear 'cause they lost a son the same way a year ago 

It's the same ego 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 them niggas in the hood never hit the lottery 

Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft 

First we dustin' off the rounds and we slip in the mag' 

Then slip on the masks, and go out and mash 

And we call it feeding our family, ya'll call it a tragedy, damn 

How I could just kill a man 

Watch his blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand 

If you hearing me speak please lord give me a chance 

And forgive for my sins, 'cause we cleansed where I'm from 

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Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside 

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it 

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it 

Instead of struggling, just strive 

Find my way out these ghetto streets of mine 

This is coming from where I'm from (I'm from) 

We all walk back in line 

Everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef 

Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets 

Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us 

While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us 

Can I get a moment of silence 

'Cause they claimin' it's the murderers that's causing all the violence 

But what about the ones that protect to serve our honor 

Poppin' that blue colla', with shots soon to follow 

The ghettos in horror, 'cause in this boy shot went back 

And now the neighborhood's hot and he can't move the crack 

When it's all about the dollars 

And he'll individually get murdered 'cause money is power 

But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours 

Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the island 

He was only thirteen, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts 

Because ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from 

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Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside (it's cold outside) 

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it 

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it 

Instead of struggling, I strive 

To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine 

This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from 

We all walk back in line (yeah) 

We ain't all killers in prison 

Matter fact that's a stereotypical thought of livin' 

'Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it 

Summer time top down with the wood finish 

Pushin' hard uptown windows slightly tinted 

Back to back Benz' and Jeeps, blowin' weed with my niggas 

On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitches 

Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken 

And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak 'em 

And do it every other weekend 

If I don't have to kill niggas, I never would leave the ghetto 

I'm like an angel that put on a halo 

Cradle the grave of my niggas that we lost in the ghetto 

'Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and Nike's 

Roll three dice and name our dope ice cream 

Set trends and ya'll follow our lead 

But in New Yitti niggas follow they dreams, where I'm from 

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside 

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it 

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it 

Instead of struggling, I strive 

To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine 

This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from (I'm from) 

We all walk back in line, yeah 

Now I lay me down and sleep 

And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep 

But if I should die before I wake 

Pray for the Lord, my soul to take yeah 

Pray for the Lord, my soul to take 

Hmm, hmm 

Oh yeah 

Me and my niggas ride even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside 

I never run in or hide, 'cause some niggas hate it 

But I can't be fadin' 'cause I done made it 

Instead of struggling, I strive 

To find my way out these ghetto streets of mine 

This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from