Where you come from Where you going G-L-O-R-I-A Is love my friend Venice gets a queen Does it go from east to west Body free and a body less Come again just to start a fresh

You, wake up, where's the tomb? Will easter come, enter my room? The lord weeps with me Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the angel, the dream foretold Prayed more than thrice

Ooh ooh ooh ooh (get out, get out) Don't let the nights slip through your hands The world is wide from where you stand And I hear your voice as it echoes 'round my head Always that same thing that you said So get out, get out while you still can ooh ooh

I get the money everywhere that I go I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Going down by the second round, all hail the underground How that sound? Xzibit backing down from a conflict Fuck the

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks I feel no shame I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks One thing I know No matter where I go You get a line, I'll get a pole We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole Five-card poker

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

From three little girls Cause all my world's sad and weary My three little girls When this world got you feelin' low I don't need nowhere else to go Cause I get all the love I need They're in the garden collectin' snails On the bed read fairy tales I get

If we’re gonna go out, baby While the rain from your hair drip-drops That’s where I gotta be with you lookin' like this Let’s get lost somewhere Anywhere we ain’t gotta hold back I wanna feel your heart go tic-toc Let's go out like that Out where I can

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a