Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence - Where I'm From (Compton) lyrics

[Verse 1] Ay man, f** this n***a, I'm one of the toughest n***as Bring the most hardcore or the buffest n***a, watch out let me snuff this n***a Who that? The true rap vet, pull up in two black Vettes, just me and Tommy A bunch of bounty hunters behind me Do it the ski mask way, I'm a legend in the making, go ask Jay Bars smokin' hot like roaches in the ash tray King amongst kings, just remember one thing Many tried and died, I'm speakin' on n***as that wanted my bling Pull first, blast, I ended up takin' they sh** Back to the studio, turn it up, back to makin' them hits I got two sons, two guns, used to beef with these two bums Thought about lettin' off two shots to watch his crew run Contimplated puttin' money on they head but it's just rap Hit Nas, he told me "don't get down like that" It's time to strategize, f** b**hes have 'em feed me grapes But all I could do is think about this 40 eatin' your face You mothaf**as just don't know how the beef was erased I ain't call him, he called Jeezy, Jeezy called so we straight For now, but I still got one brow to the ceilin' And a loaded Glock .45 that's ready for peelin' I make a call, more k**in', you make it out, Lord willin' See life is a card game and I'm the mothaf**in' dealer I see you, where the k**as? See your chain, where the millions Walk with me, I'll show you where Benjamin Franklin is livin' [Hook] Cough up a lung, where I'm from Compton son, ain't nothin' nice [Verse 2] I f** with the Kayslays the Clues, Drama the DJ Poohs Whether or not they f** with me, I'm like Jay I will not lose Been winnin' since the beginning, before Dre, before my records was spinnin' I was down in that chowls f**in' the finest women Ask your favorite R&B b**hes, pick one Any one, I dicked 'em, never licked 'em, she looked good till she spit cum Used to bang her like a kick drum, she'd be screamin' and sh** Yellin' my name, just think ten years back I was dreamin' this sh** Thinkin' 'bout whippin' a sports car, you know the Beamer is sick Blowin' out the sunroof, gangsta leanin' and sh** Maybe I'm trippin' cause g**nin' was all I knew Grew up in a Crip neighborhood used to wanna be Snoop After my brother died I could've swore I would end up in blue Whoever knew young Jay would turn out to be a Piru Stole a red rag from the liquor store and started a crew Where g**nin' is just somethin' to do Mothaf**as [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm from where the old people say "put your gat away" and they bang Donny Hathaway And the O.G.'s is trippin' cause lil n***as ain't wear they rag today Same 'hood where Game good See yellow tape and white chalk where the lames stood, all the news reporters blame Suge Some n***as ain't from here and need a ghetto pa** to come here Where Old English is more than just a dumb beer Grew up across the tracks but I been on this side for some years Witnessed too much pain to tattoo it all in one tear Some n***as move away and never ever come back They say Compton died with Eazy, guess who bringin' it back No disrespect to other rappers I just made it here first Inverse my verse you silly mothaf**as makin' it worse [Hook]