[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Uh-huh

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' shit, n***as will split your fucking wig, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n***a
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, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' shit, n***as will split your fucking wig, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Cashville is where I call home (Yeah), there's no one to call on
It's every man for himself, I come from the bottom (For sure)
I been the n***a behind the trigger and been in front of the bullet
But where I'm from, we don't think about it, we pull it
Crips and Bloods, Cali done got these country n***as banging
Ain't no more hanging, n***a, what set is you claiming?
'Round here, money ain't coming like it used to be
'Cause these teens killing fiends over half a G

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

[Verse 3: The Game]
N***as is three-wheeling, ass-scraping, 100 spokes, Gold Daytons
Home of the Lakers, we riding dubs like Payton
Bandana, forty-five, cock it back, hollow-tips gon' fly
You bitch n***as go run and hide, it's NWA 'til the day I die
Purple haze, I get high, where the beef at? I'm ready to ride
All-star game, don't come outside, lil' drama and it's gon' be a homicide
Low-riding through the CPT, Banks riding shotgun
Buck in the backseat (Uh-huh), G-Unit, pop something
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
In my hood, when you young
You taught to handle your biz, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Stick-up kids'll run up in your mama crib, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Over some lil' shit, n***as will split your fucking wig, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from
Expect no commissary when your ass doing your bid, n***a
Coming from where I'm from, where I'm from