We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

The march of time it has begun Somewhere far beyond And then the march of time begins I am the narrator And now I'll tell You And what I saw And how it ends I came from far

I won’t stop till I get to the top I’m so I’m so Becky from the block Always had a little, but I want a lot No matter where I go I know where I came from Yo, first grade, Oak street elementary A few blocks from the Inglewood cemetery I lived through hard

I wish you would nigga (Woo!) I guess it’s how I came up I wish you would try to play us I wish you would nigga (Huh!) I wish you would nigga But still reppin’ where I came from DJ Khlaed, Hit-Boy I’m so serious! One, two them boys coming for you (Huh!)

Don't take no mess from nobody I ain't one to be questioned If they act up just leave 'em alone When ya done wit 'em you can send 'em home Switch, switch, switch, switch About who and where I've been About what time I came in Trying to squeeze, baby

It's in the water where you came from It's in the water, it's where you came from It's in the water, it's in the story of where you came from And when they pledge and come together, and start arising Just drink the water where you came from, where you

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?