[00:00.00]"Where I'm From"
[00:01.12]Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
[00:05.03]ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
[00:11.70]How real is this, how real is this
[00:17.00]Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check
[00:23.47]I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
[00:26.57]You and your man's hung in every verse in your rhyme
[00:29.49]where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
[00:32.48]Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
[00:35.65]Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
[00:38.25]To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
[00:41.20]Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
[00:44.06]So I felt some more something and you nothing check
[00:46.96]I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
[00:49.97]And girls in the projects wouldn't **** us if we talked too much
[00:52.87]So they ran up Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
[00:55.92]I don't know what the **** they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
[00:58.95]I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable
[01:02.30]Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
[01:04.85]Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
[01:07.77]You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it
[01:10.75]I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
[01:13.97]Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
[01:16.72]Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
[01:19.73]At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
[01:22.83]Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
[01:26.18]But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
[01:28.97]I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
[01:32.04]I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all
[01:35.05]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[01:39.45]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[01:40.92]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[01:44.43]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[01:46.84]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[01:49.63]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[01:52.69]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[01:58.88]I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
[02:01.48]And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist
[02:04.37]Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
[02:07.49]Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
[02:10.25]I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
[02:13.69]An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
[02:16.60]Your laughing, you know the place well
[02:18.29]Where the Liqour Store's and the base well
[02:19.59]And Government, **** Government, niggas polotic themselves
[02:22.29]Where we call the cops the A-Team
[02:23.95]cause they hop out of vans and spray things
[02:25.46]And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
[02:28.21]Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
[02:31.37]So tell me when I rap you think I give a **** who criticize?
[02:33.97]If the shit is lies, god strike me
[02:36.26]And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
[02:38.98]We'll never know
[02:39.93]One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
[02:43.18]Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
[02:45.85]Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
[02:48.86]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[02:52.36]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[02:55.35]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[02:57.72]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[03:00.47]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[03:03.67]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[03:07.13]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[03:09.49]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[03:15.95]I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
[03:18.10]Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
[03:21.74]I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the street
[03:24.50]From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
[03:27.60]We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
[03:30.39]And **** tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
[03:33.59]Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
[03:36.36]And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
[03:39.36]Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
[03:43.01]Three dice and shoot the five
[03:45.17]Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
[03:48.11]And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
[03:51.32]This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
[03:53.97]And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
[03:57.02]Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool thugs
[04:00.19]Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood
[04:03.04]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[04:06.59]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[04:08.95]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[04:11.59]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[04:14.80]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[04:18.14]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
[04:20.76]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
[04:25.76]by og