I’m From

Lyrics

[Intro: Cuzzy Capone] I'm from Slauson, where shit get drastic down here Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket I'm from Slauson, where shit get drastic down here Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket I'm from Slauson, where shit get drastic down here Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket I'm from Slauson, where shit get drastic down here Fuck a room, go to sleep in a casket [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] My nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot Lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas die young 'round here So you better get off the block My nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot And lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas 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' shit, four-five semi-spit (Bah) Four-five niggas 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 fuck about this war in these city streets So fuck 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 nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot Lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas die young 'round here So you better get off the block My nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot And lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas 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 nigga die Now he trippin', traumatized, humbled from the homicide (Ayy) Gang bang nigga shit (Uh), same day different shit (Yah) More drama than a soap opera where I'm livin' bitch 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 nigga like O-Dog, did that bitch 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 nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot Lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas die young 'round here So you better get off the block My nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot And lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas 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, nigga, grind rocks from the cage Violence and one-time, hustle on another stage Pop shops, C.R.A.S.H. cops, niggas 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, nigga [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] My nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot Lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas die young 'round here So you better get off the block My nigga, why you come 'round here? Knowing you ain't from 'round here? That's how you get robbed and shot And lil' niggas they got guns 'round here 'Cause niggas die young 'round here So you better get off the– Let's take the—