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rizzie redd - wyf ( where you from ) lyrics

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intro:

where u from

where u from

n-gga

hey

better walk around wit the chrome in these streets

not alone in these streets

{bridge}

im from the ghettox4

better walk around wit the chrome in these streets

not alone in these streets

hook:
we ain’t have no white picket fences-

or gr-ss in the trenches

n-gga let me tell you bout my hood

we ain’t have no gardens or big pool

in the backyard-

sh-t was f-cked up

school’s in the backyard

no job

(nah)

now we gotta rob

from a dark place

we can’t see the way through the fog

my god my hood’s cray n-gga

tell me where you from

where ya from?x5

verse:

i’m from the ghetto

where they’ll watch you

just to rob for the bezel-

and sell it for d-mn near sh-t

f-ck it just gotta settle-

for enough to cop a pack and

take ‘em to different levels-

skipped church

in these streets

we dealin’ wit different devils-

dodging the law

knowing another strike’ll end the 9th inning-

waterbury scary, be wary

this sh-t is not greenwich-

and the green which we dealin’ wit

ain’t from a meadow-

the hard not cement

the soft, not jello-

where young n-ggas lie to the judge

then hit the streets

wit the long nose

and they would pop him like geppetto-

you from

where they clap

when you receiving a medal award-

i’m from where if they clap that metal

it’s a war-

from where mothers running down on n-ggas

so rest -ssure-

she gone get it for that ensure

she can’t afford-

selling p-ssy for a bag of dope-

connecticut ain’t full of woods

come to my hood

we’ll drag you to the back of those-

gang n-ggas getting low-

p-ssy n-ggas on the prowl

how?

i don’t even know-

man some n-ggas go to jail

won’t identify the k!ller-

and you tellin’ on ya dawg

all for a lighter sentence?-

huh

hook:

we ain’t have no white picket fences-

or gr-ss in the trenches

n-gga let me tell you bout my hood

we ain’t have no gardens or big pool

in the backyard-

sh-t was f-cked up

school’s in the backyard

no job

(nah)

now we gotta rob

from a dark place

we can’t see the way through the fog

my god my hood’s cray n-gga

tell me where you from

where ya from?x5

(bridge)

i’m from the ghetto

you know back blocks

you know crack rocks

same clothes

full of wholes

you know how it goes

{i’m from the ghetto}

skipped math cl-ss

money multiplied

and history is only valid

through the winners eyes

from the ghetto

we looked at dealers for guidance

just watchin’ powder turn to rock

after the water’s all we needed for science

and you be lyin’ n-gga

tell me where you from

where you from?x5

verse 2:

i’m from where bad kids and pit bulls

running the corners

hard headed youngins

all our uncles tried to warn us

that they know these streets very well

they been here before us

pops wasn’t there

mama at work

we basically orphans

they basically forfeit

the way the system is set up

for us to f-ck up

until we basically corpses

kids lose a father e’yday

to a badge

to the silver mag

or that n-gga left

and didn’t take his bag

it ain’t chicago

but the n-ggas that i know

is dread heads

that’ll drill a n-gga

watch him die slow

still duckin’ 5 – 0

east side, north goons

that’ll knock a chunk off ‘a your apple like a iphone

i’m from the trenches n-gga

where they hate to love ya

sneakin’ on twitter

but ain’t never in my mentions

some n-ggas work a 9 to 5

tryina cash a pension

some bringin’ work down 95

on a money mission

we got leaders

and those who follow what’s trending

some’ll stay stand up

and others is bendin’

i ain’t clap a n-gga

out here whallin’ off the henny

this just where i’m from

i speak through the hood

like kenny

hook:

we ain’t have no white picket fences-

or gr-ss in the trenches

n-gga let me tell you bout my hood

we ain’t have no gardens or big pool

in the backyard-

sh-t was f-cked up

school’s in the backyard

no job

(nah)

now we gotta rob

from a dark place

we can’t see the way through the fog

my god my hood’s cray n-gga

tell me where you from

where ya from?x3

{end bridge}

{im from the ghetto}

n-ggas posted at the corner store

got it real hot

look, the cops spent da block

i’m from the ghetto

jordans on the phone wire

mama’s workin’ doubles

so the kids home gettin’ high

i’m from the ghetto

yup i sold a stamped bag

yup i like to smoke weed

yup a n-gga pants sag

i’m from the ghetto

better walk around wit the chrome in these streets

not alone in these streets

outro:

i’m from the ghetto

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

i’m from the ghetto

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

i’m from the ghetto

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

i’m from the ghetto!

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

i’m from the ghetto!

uh huh, uh huh uh huh

i’m from the ghetto!

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