Where Im From 50 Cent (Ft. The Game, Lloyd Banks & Young Buck)

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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Uh-huh

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' shit, niggas will split your fucking wig, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from (Ugh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm from New York City, eyes on the prize, dodging the worm
I'll fry your head like a project perm, bullets burn
My right hand's in the urn—how the hell did I deserve
To be placed in a situation where nobody's concerned?
Curse the coward that's bragging and didn't clap they mark
He deserve a beating faster than a fat man's heart
I play my part, well-respected (Yeah), every minute, every second
You'll put a dent in your budget booking me for a record (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' shit, niggas will split your fucking wig, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, nigga
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from