Trouble

Trouble - Where I'm From

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I’m from where pistols bang, polices always came

Reporters refuse to come for the news, knowing how we hang

Where everything is broke down, and the work is scratched out

At… they hit the block…and catch out

When the mission was to get cake, set your family straight

For us to make it happen quicker just rob a couple niggas

Back then against the wall, several times it’s time to catch

Og’s hit with the call…

I’m from the east side…

And all the girls in the hood fucking long as you giving them the paper

… go to the west side…once again the same route

I’m from the block where trouble stays…

Where niggers don’t give a fuck about your perception of them…

Out of time they come through…

Where duct tape is the…and the codes we live by, you cross those and you will die

… niggas with no moral who end up…

I’m a duct tape nigga just thought I’d tell you who I be

Watch how you come, where I’m from…

And I’m duct tape zone…

Watch how you come, where I’m from…

And I’m duct tape zone…

Watch how you come, where I’m from…

And I’m duct tape zone…

Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from

I’m from the hood where niggers don’t go to church unless it’s a funeral

… god, forgive us for our sins, it’s gonna be another funeral…

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