[Lloyd]

Umm hey, coming from where I'm from (I'm from) ohhh yea

[Ja Rule]

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the Carmello's

While they mom was at home, tears hitting the pillow

Reverand in the middle in a serminal funereal

Shed a tear cause he lost his son the same way a year ago

It's the same egospiritual, we thugging in harmony

They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery

If I'm wrong pardon me, me I'm just tired of poverty

Why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery

Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft

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

Then we 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 hands

If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance

Please forgive me of my sins, cause we cleansed where I'm from

[Chorus - Lloyd:]

Me and my niggaz ride

Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside

I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it

But I can't get faded cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive

Find my way out these ghetto streets of mine

wrong
within
white
while
weekend
unless
trends
tragedy
tinted
where
thought
tears
talking
summer
uptown
struggling
strive
stereo
sleep
silence
should
shots
shorty
serve
rounds
round
robbery
forgive
caught
instead
family
dreams
there
murdered
exchange
except
coming
pushing
enough
cleansed
lloyd
faded
dusting
moment
death
cause
finish
house
island
horror
causing
draft
first
freak
bitchs
claiming
violence
middle
follow
straight
blood
feeding
other
dollars
lottery
angel
please
rinse
choke
brings
speak
poverty
individually
never
chance
cradle
fades
before
animals
tried
chorus
chicken
would
courts
shine
everybody
hands
ghetto
ghettos
thugging
children
gonna
river
hitting
drunk
grave
harmony
honor
leave
these

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