- JAY-Z Where I'm From 歌詞
- JAY-Z
- Y-y-yea
Y-y-yea
(Brooklyn)
How real is this
How real is this
(Brooklyn)
Uh uh uh
(Brooklyn)
Respect this here check
Im from where the hammers rung news cameras never come
You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung ****** vanish every summer
When 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 gave straight bets
So I felt Im owed something and you nothing check
I from the other side where the other guys dont walk too much
And girls in the projects wouldnt **** us said we talked too much
So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
I dont know what the **** they thought those ****** is foul just like us
Im from where the beef is inevitable summertimes unforgettable
Boosters in abundance buy a half-price sweater new
Your word was everything so everything you said youd do
You did it couldnt talk about it if you aint lived it
Im from where ****** pull your card and argue all day about
Whos the best MCs Biggie Jay-Z or Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve and thugs always are
At each others throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases hoping the judge R-and-Rs
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars at all
Im from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
Im from Marcy son just thought Id remind yall
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son aint nothing nice
Im from the place where the church is the flakiest
And ****** is praying to God so long that they atheist
Where you cant put your vest away and say youll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after well be saying 'Damn I was just with him yesterday'
Im a block away from hell not enough shots away from stray shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Youre laughing you know the place well where the liquor stores and the base well
And government **** government ***** * politic 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 eighteen
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 **** who criticize
If the **** is lies god strike me and I got a question
Are you forgiving guys who live just like me Well never know
One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow Id let em know
Mistakes aint and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled still I feel my job aint done
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Im from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords listen
Im up the block around 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 **** tomorrow as long as the night before was sweet
****** get lost for weeks in the streets twisted off leek
And no matter the weather ****** know how to draw heat
Whether youre four-feet or Manute size it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
****** thought they deuce was live now I hit em with trips
And I reached down for their money pa forget about this
This time around its platinum like the *** * on my wrist
And this Glock on my waist yall can't do **** about this
******ll show you love thats how they fool thugs
Before you know it youre lying in a pool of blood
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own
Cough up a lung where Im from Marcy son Aint nothing nice
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