[Intro] Yeah, I'm from Richmond Hell yeah, it's crazy out here Nigga might stab you over a dollar in a dice game Nigga might shoot you over some King Cobra Shit, it's crazy in the Rich
[Left] I was born poor, lived poor Top Ramen, dirty floor Dirty clothes, Snotty Nose Empty stomach, Brutal soul Running around the village with a bag full of Now-n-Laters Watching all the dope dealers hustle making dirty paper Yellow bus, free lunch Missing school, should have flunked Fights with older niggaz had to let them know I'm not a punk Ran up on a couple chumps No help, I got jumped
Fought back when a lotta niggaz probably would have run Dirty cops, Task Force batter-ram my front door Looking for my pop's coke stash under the kitchen floor More Drama Watched good mothers turn to crack mamas Watching beauty queens Turn to dope fiends Lost honor Friend shot, some are dead Bullets sending out their head All over turf business Niggaz turn to cold killers Rap game, hoop game Dope game, same thing Only way that niggaz thought they'd make it out the Rich, man
[Chorus/Left] That's how it is in the (RICH) That's all we get in the (RICH) That's how we live in the (RICH) That's how we live in the (RICH) That's how it is in the (RICH) That's all we get in the (RICH) That's how we live in the (RICH) That's how we live in the (RICH) That's how it is in the (RICH) (Northside, Southside) That's all we get in the (RICH) (Seaside, Crescent Park) That's how we live in the (RICH) (Hillside , the Village) That's how we live in the (RICH) (My niggaz all heart)
[Locksmith] Yeah, Okay Now I'ma take y'all niggaz to the start Curly hair, Crescent Park Early years, stressing hard Niggaz letting weapons spark Mama had an aching heart Daddy didn't play his part They was separated a minute but didn't stay apart Sister was an artist then Left's uncle started seeing Crack came barging in Niggaz wasn't starving then We was on some real shit Filthy Phil, Li'l Rick Filthy pulled an ill lick But to us he's still sick Same time, dope game Cocaine flooded in Drought came, no 'caine Dough ain't coming in Niggaz was hungry, their fucking stomachs was rumbling Out comes the gun again Pigs started running in It happened all in Richmond (HUH) Where them bullets be whistling (HUH) My little cousin was murdered And, shit I fucking miss him But we gonna keep it pimping Carry on his tradition We representing You fucking haters, I hope you listening
[Chorus]
[Left and Locksmith] Le: You've got the boys in the Village, man Chilling on Griffin During the day, but at night It's dope dealing and killing
Lo: You've got the Crescent Park niggaz, down on Fleming Niggaz will snatch off your rims if you come through spinning
Le: You've got the niggaz in the projects out in North Where they fight in the street bare-knuckle like it's a sport
Lo: You've got the Seaside niggaz they be holding steel Fuck around, there'll be rollin' ill
Le: You've got the Easter Hill Boys, one way in, one way out Run your mouth, they will knock you out
Lo: And there's a lot more niggaz in church than we could mention Le: But no matter where you stay, motherfucker, it's all Richmond
[Chorus]
That's how it is in the (RICH) (Northside, Southside) That's all we get in the (RICH) (Seaside, Crescent Park) That's how we live in the (RICH) (Hillside , the Village) That's how we live in the (RICH) (My niggaz all heart)
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