Where I’m From (Letra)

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[Dutch:]
I’m from where niggas get killed for running they mouth
I’m from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don’t think I’ll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal I don’t know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog, one pop and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While I lean back geeking how she loving my house
Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about
‘Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth
And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out
Hell naw I’m ain’t no hater that’s just what I’m about

[Spade:]
Ayo
They wanna flip me
Bounce me
Half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me
Dimes wanna twist me
Nah you can’t kiss me
Go ‘head with the mo’ at the bar
You better Cris me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty
Cuttin’ swiftly
Duckin’ fifty
Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky
Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly
The streets shifty
So I keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
Motherfucker

[Cam’Ron:]
Yo, Yo,
Yo where I’m from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math
Loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft ?
Come on I start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a nigga paid out
suede couch
I’m into hooded things
Bitch butt be way out
These cats be Hecliff
When I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie
Jerry from Tom
Heavy in arms
In front of bam bam
Hanna Barbara lover
Collar big
Cotton candy blue gators polishment
Y’all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment
We pour it on ‘em
Meet a snitch throw wall off on em
Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain’t hear me on clue I said I see double
Guns double tecks
Hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money but I double check
Bubble lex
Ain’t too much more I care about
Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse
Clear it out
L’s with my liquor
Sounds sew a helluva whisper
Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener
Business sale a few differ
Nigga pelican slippers
Mommy is senseless
Get my moola I’m conscientious
Tell Medi she buy me benzes
Pour favor
Harlem mamma poor
We fell off but back on nigga time to ball
Hung 45th and Lennox
3 piece suit bean pies the final call
Gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y’all
We 8 digets you play frigate
Killa don’t cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen
Y’all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes and
Streets buzzing V dozen
Bitches calling me husband
Saying we fuck when we wasn’t
Lying on her coochie
I’m dyin for a hoochie
With an iron for a boobie
Casino style diamonds in the doopey
But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie
But need work
Plate of a kind
If ya dope ain’t 8 or a 9
Don’t waste up my time
You racing for shine
Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Cars swoop buck fifty
Gun shoot buck fifty
Bear facts ? buck fifty
Air Max buck fifty
Only New York nigga to fuck with me
On her period blood sticky
Same night flood missy
Play Toronto like Doug Christy
Fuck Christy
Louie the 13
Slugs with me
Gimme head
Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head
But my day is Friday
Toast for my bread
Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I’m "Long" and throw me the head

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Where I’m From (Letra)

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[Jay-Z]

uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check

[Verse One:]
I’m from where the hammer’s rung, New’s cameras never come
You and your man houndin’ every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don’t walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn’t fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I’m from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime’s unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said you’d do
You did it, Couldn’t talk about it if you ain’t lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who’s the best MC’s, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other’s throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R’s
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I’m from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I’m from Marcy son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: 5x]
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, Ain’t nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I’m Brooklyn’s own

[Verse Two:]
I’m from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can’t put your vest away and say you’ll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we’ll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I’m a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store’s and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We’ll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let ‘em know
Mistakes ain’t exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain’t done
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, ain’t nothing nice

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Three:]
I’m from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I’m up the block, round the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit ‘em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it’s platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y’all can’t do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That’s how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood

[Chorus 4x]

Where I’m From (Letra)

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Hook

Where i’m from, only strong niggas live where i’m from
Where i’m from, only hard niggas live where i’m from
Where i’m from, only real niggas live where i’m from
Where i’m from, only strong niggas live where i’m from

(c-murder)
I live cross’ the street from a killer
Round’ the corner from a murderer
Next door to a nigga, that never even heard of a free day
Cause he did fed time about 9
A cold-blooded killer, still dressing like them old times
Their goes some gangstas on the corner slanging crack
If you want the powder, you gots to go around the back
If you don’t want trouble, then stay up in your home
In the middle of my block, is where you find the heroine
And the one who kill the most, get the most respect
Its like the motherfucking law, when you living in the projects
Cause money brings problems, and dope brings killing
And where i’m from, every young nigga willing
To do what they gotta do, on my block
Thats why the best job in the hood is slanging rocks

Hook

(mr. serv-on)
Now where i’m from, niggas cock the 50. caliber chrome
You ain’t real, catch a policy with mr. serv-on
You slip on your work, you might lose your wig
In the gumbo, where nigga murder innocent kids
25 the legendary status, cause your surviving
Game soaked in your blood from the g’s and thugs
Now slide me the cong’, i get that red in my eyes
I’m so high, i don’t give a fuck if i live or i die
Now where i’m from

(prime suspects)
Now where you at on the streets, still hollerin’ bout’ keep it real
But where i’m from the fakest nigga ‘ll still split your grill
Its cold bro, every man for theyself
Soldiers and warriors throwin’ up they ward signs
Represent don’t give a fuck, and where i’m from
N.o.p.d jacking and stacking g’s, make me wanna join the force
I heard they serving up ki’s,
Now when lose a ghetto hero like my nigga sluggy g
We bustin’ up they second line before we let em’ rest in peace
Where i’m from, thats how it is, broken enemies packing them tears
With my niggas, with them wine, cause we getting it how we live
3rd ward, parkway, calliope, ya dig

Hook

(prime suspects)
Nigga give me gliss, the realest, flip the script like a gymnast
Bullet-proof nigga and street chemist
Bitch i’m in this to win this
And mortal kombat you get finished
Where i’m from, every nigga over 12 got a gun
Get done with, if you running with that dumb shit
Get your wig split
Give me the money, you keep the bitches so up it, fuck it
Cause where i’m from the fucking drugs and thugs
Run together like them motherfucking crips and bloods
Slugs be busting, nigga fuck fussing and cussin’
And doing a lil’ time ain’t bout’ nothing
Guilty til’ proven innocent, for putting bustas in gurders
If you havn’t heard, where i’m from the po-po’s never see murder
Nigga

(c-murder)
I live the life of a killer
One time can’t catch me, hennessey and weed
I live amongst a dying breed
Me and you put in the ghetto to make ends
We duck and run from the bullets of our jealous friends
Prime suspects feel my pain
Its the killer in me, cause i’m true to the game

Hook

Where I’m From (Letra)

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Feat. dutch & spade

Dutch:
I’m from where niggas get killed for running they mouth
I’m from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don’t think i’ll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal i don’t know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog, one pop and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While i lean back geeking how she loving my house
Let me tell you three things that the dutch is about
‘cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth
And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out
Hell naw i’m ain’t no hater that’s just what i’m about

Spade:
Ayo
They wanna flip me
Bounce me
Half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me
Dimes wanna twist me
Nah you can’t kiss me
Go ‘head with the mo’ at the bar
You better cris me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty
Cuttin’ swiftly
Duckin’ fifty
Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky
Killa cam, dutch and the spade flow sickly
The streets shifty
So i keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
Motherfucker

Cam’ron:
Yo, yo,
Yo where i’m from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math
Loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft ?
Come on i start to laugh
Cause i almost caught the case with rich parker ass
Now a nigga paid out
Suede couch
I’m into hooded things
Bitch butt be way out
These cats be hecliff
When i come around they play mouse
Mickey and minnie
Jerry from tom
Heavy in arms
In front of bam bam
Hanna barbara lover
Collar big
Cotton candy blue gators polishment
Y’all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment
We pour it on ‘em
Meet a snitch throw wall off on em
Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain’t hear me on clue i said i see double
Guns double tecks
Hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money but i double check
Bubble lex
Ain’t too much more i care about
Liquor store and the bronx old warehouse
Clear it out
L’s with my liquor
Sounds sew a helluva whisper
Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener
Business sale a few differ
Nigga pelican slippers
Mommy is senseless
Get my moola i’m conscientious
Tell medi she buy me benzes
Pour favor
Harlem mamma poor
We fell off but back on nigga time to ball
Hung 45th and lennox
3 piece suit bean pies the final call
Gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y’all
We 8 digets you play frigate
Killa don’t cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen
Y’all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes and
Streets buzzing v dozen
Bitches calling me husband
Saying we fuck when we wasn’t
Lying on her coochie
I’m dyin for a hoochie
With an iron for a boobie
Casino style diamonds in the doopey
But killa keep running to the timing of a groupie
But need work
Plate of a kind
If ya dope ain’t 8 or a 9
Don’t waste up my time
You racing for shine
Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Cars swoop buck fifty
Gun shoot buck fifty
Bear facts ? buck fifty
Air max buck fifty
Only new york nigga to fuck with me
On her period blood sticky
Same night flood missy
Play toronto like doug christy
Fuck christy
Louie the 13
Slugs with me
Gimme head
Yo quero kin chi blunt to my head
But my day is friday
Toast for my bread
Niggas try to stick together like they smokey and craig
In real life nia think i’m "long" and throw me the head

Where I’m From (Letra)

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[jay-z]

Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, inspect this here, check

Verse one:
I’m from where the hammer’s rung, new’s cameras never come
You and your man houndin’ every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still i get straight bets
So i felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don’t walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn’t fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I’m from where the beef is inevitable, summertime’s unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, so everything you said you’d do
You did it, couldn’t talk about it if you ain’t lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who’s the best mc’s, biggie, jay-z, and nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other’s throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge r and r’s
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I’m from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I’m from marcy son, just thought i’d remind y’all

Chorus: {5x}
Cough up a lung, where i’m from, marcy son, ain’t nothing nice
Mentally been many places but i’m brooklyn’s own

Verse two:
I’m from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they atheist
Where you can’t put your vest away and say you’ll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we’ll be saying, damn i was just with him yesterday
I’m a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the liqour store’s and the base well
And government, fuck government, niggas polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the a-team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when i rap you think i give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And i got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We’ll never know
One day i pray to you and said if i ever blow, let ‘em know
Mistakes ain’t exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still i feel my job ain’t done
Cough up a lung, where i’m from, marcy son, ain’t nothing nice

Chorus {4x}

Verse three:
I’m from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I’m up the block, round the corner, and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drug lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit ‘em with trips
And i reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it’s platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y’all can’t do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, that’s how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood

Chorus {4x}

Where I’m From (Letra)

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(written by shelby lynee and bill botrell)

Heaven knows this ain’t no margaret mitchell
Where the oak trees meet the pines
I know it might sound kinda simple
Oh but it’s mine oh it’s mine

Thought i heard a logman cuttin’ timber
Down the mississippi line
I’m up the old tombigbee river
High as the pines, all the time

Elegamment les batos passant
Ben on la flota vec du van
All i’m trying to say is i’m
Never far away from
Alabama frame of mind

Jubilation risin’ on the bayou
Celebration in the wind
Father pat gives benediction
Cross the coden bridge again

Crickets spreadin’ rumors by the shoreline
With the lonesome lady whine
Crab trap full of nothin
I’m high as the tide, all the time

Where I’m from (Letra)

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Where I’m From (Letra)

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Thats where i’m from
Thats where i’m from

Back in the hub we used to drop madel
Contemplate in hell
The stories i could tell would
Freak your mind, and wreck your brain
The thoughts i would have
Would drive most insane
The band playin’ rain
Gettin’ down wit’ jimmy
Hendrix, and page
Make up the rage
Back in the huddle
Mclou’s back yard
Me and d was starvin’
And times were hard
Danny used to roll through
Schemin’ on the hustle
Credit cards and slang
And m-mc bangin
Leathal used to come with his reel to reel
We didn’t have no deal
But that wasn’t the point, we’d
Rock a funky joint
Then we’d rock another
The only thing to eat
Was some bread, and peanut butter
Back to all the females that beded me
In case you ever wondered
They didn’t forget me
These are the times that i always think of
And this is dedicated to the ones i love

Chorus
That’s where i’m from
Where’re you goin’ if you don’t look back
What’s the use of havin ends
If you lose all your friends (x4)

Paintin on the wall
Ten years gone by
Playin on the stereo
With the volume kinda low
Scheme team’s comin’
Bring me along
We gonna throw a hut party
Till’ the break of dawn
With the soul poppin, thats soul poetry
Chameleon playin bringin wit that team
Bring a tab and a 40 and a bag of weed
That’s all i need g
Caue i aint freaky
Trippin for days
Runnin the maze
Goin down to venice
Sippin on the guinness
These are the times that i always think of
And this is dedicated to the ones i love

Chorus

Now times have change
And i’m on tour
And i don’t see my friend every day no more
And cause they dont see me
They think i’ve changed
But, i the same motherfucker no doubt
What’s it all about
I thought we was people
I’m tryin to get mine
I thought you had my back
Man, i can’t understand
They used to slap my hand
Ask me for a grand
And run wit your man
Behind my back and diss me
If you wanna fuck me
First ya gotta kiss me

Chorus (x3)