Where I'm From

(album: You Know What It Is, Volume 4: Murda Game Chronicles - 2007)

Ay man, fuck this nigga, I'm one of the toughest niggas
Bring the most hardcore or the buffest nigga, watch out let me snuff this nigga
Who that? The true rap vet, pull up in two black Vettes, just me and Tommy
A bunch of bounty hunters behind me
Do it the ski mask way, I'm a legend in the making, go ask Jay
Bars smoking hot like roaches in the ash tray
King amongst kings, just remember one thing
Many tried and died, I'm speaking on niggas that wanted my bling
Pull first, blast, I ended up taking they shit
Back to the studio, turn it up, back to making them hits
I got two sons, two guns, used to beef with these two bums
Thought about letting off two shots to watch his crew run
Contimplated putting money on they head but it's just rap
Hit Nas, he told me "don't get down like that"
It's time to strategize, fuck bitches have 'em feed me grapes
But all I could do is think about this 40 eating your face
You mothafuckas just don't know how the beef was erased
I ain't call him, he called Jeezy, Jeezy called so we straight
For now, but I still got one brow to the ceiling
And a loaded Glock .45 that's ready for peeling
I make a call, more killing, you make it out, Lord willing
See life is a card game and I'm the mothafucking dealer
I see you, where the killas? See your chain, where the millions
Walk with me, I'll show you where Benjamin Franklin is living

Cough up a lung, where I'm from
Compton son, ain't nothing nice

I fuck with the Kayslays the Clues, Drama the DJ Poohs
Whether or not they fuck with me, I'm like Jay I will not lose
Been winning since the beginning, before Dre, before my records was spinning
I was down in that chowls fucking the finest women
Ask your favorite R&B bitches, pick one
Any one, I dicked 'em, never licked 'em, she looked good till she spit cum
Used to bang her like a kick drum, she'd be screaming and shit
Yelling my name, just think ten years back I was dreaming this shit
Thinking 'bout whipping a sports car, you know the Beamer is sick
Blowing out the sunroof, gangsta leaning and shit
Maybe I'm tripping cause gangbanging was all I knew
Grew up in a Crip neighborhood used to wanna be Snoop
After my brother died I could've swore I would end up in blue
Whoever knew young Jay would turn out to be a Piru
Stole a red rag from the liquor store and started a crew
Where gangbanging is just something to do
Mothafuckas

Cough up a lung, where I'm from
Compton son, ain't nothing nice

I'm from where the old people say "put your gat away" and they bang Donny Hathaway
And the O.G.'s is tripping cause lil niggas ain't wear they rag today
Same 'hood where Game good
See yellow tape and white chalk where the lames stood, all the news reporters blame Suge
Some niggas ain't from here and need a ghetto pass to come here
Where Old English is more than just a dumb beer
Grew up across the tracks but I been on this side for some years
Witnessed too much pain to tattoo it all in one tear
Some niggas move away and never ever come back
They say Compton died with Eazy, guess who bringing it back
No disrespect to other rappers I just made it here first
Inverse my verse you silly mothafuckas making it worse

Cough up a lung, where I'm from
Compton son, ain't nothing nice