Young Lito - Where I'm From lyrics

[Intro] “…Browsnville say, they are sick and tired of all the gun fire. The community is demanding answers tonight, as police try to track down the shooters involved in a gun fight that wounded six people, including two children. Eyewitness News reporter Carolina Lee joins us live now from Brookdale Hospital in Brooklyn, where some of the injured are tonight.” “Witnesses heard as many as ten shots around Rockaway and Riverdale Avenues around seven Sunday evening. Council members and community activists say it was a drive-by shooting involving gang members settling a score” [Verse 1: Young Lito] Look (look) Where I'm from, n***as k**ing for props They get bored, it's no war, then they shoot at the cops It get's raw, we all poor trying to get to the top We sold crack, then copped Ups, but we wanted them drops Listen, I'm from where little n***as slang, everybody bang So many bodies dropped, the Brother Farrakhan came And honestly, that sh** didn't mean a thing Soon as the dude left a little youngin was slain, n***a We was raised in the dark just like Bane, n***a He can't fight, I bet he knows how to aim, n***a We put in pain, boy Shots ring, boy sh**, I might have had a gun before a Gameboy It ain't no game boy, it's no fun here There's gangsters everywhere, but a lot of them won't come here We go dumb here, kids get hung here Other neighborhoods don't compare, n***a I'm from the ‘ville [Interlude] At the end of the day we have to save the lives of these young people standing around us, and we're failing them because we're not doing what we're supposed to do Stop the violence (stop the violence!) This morning the Brownsville community rallied for safer streets. And this afternoon, officers posted signs and searched under cars for more clues that could lead them to the suspects [Verse 2: Young Lito] I know the jungle, I was raised in it Grew up, got paid in it Kept the gat on me ‘cause d**h had no age limit Addicted to action and violence, I be craving it So use your head or get a f**ing bullet caved in it I'm from the Hundredth, n***a And a youngin run it, n***a Don't even walk on my block if you ain't from it, n***a I really live it, if I spit it then I've done it, n***a All my homies dead or in jail or even wanted, n***a Lito good in the hood, but I keep the heater This school of hard knocks, I might have to spray the teacher ‘Cause when you come up, them OGs hate to see you And n***as that was riding with you can't wait to leave you… Dead, with a hole in your f**ing head I've seen n***as k** they're bros for the love of bread Around here, it gets foul around here n***as think they're tough as hell ‘til we send them down there Yea [Outro] Brownsville has had more shooting victims this year than any other place in the city