[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)