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[Jay-Z]uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeahHow real is this, how real is thisUh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check[Verse One:]I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never comeYou and your man houndin' every verse in your rhymewhere the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summerWhere the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and runWhere the plans was to get funds and skate off the setTo achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wetFaced with immeasurable odds still I get straight betsSo I felt some more something and you nothing checkI from the other side with other guys don't walk to muchAnd girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too muchSo they ran up town and sought them dudes to trustI don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like usI'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetableBoosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater newYour world was everything, So everything you said you'd doYou did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived itI from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day aboutWho's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and NasWhere the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always areAt each other's throats for the love of foreign carsWhere cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R'sBut most times find themselves locked up behind barsI'm from where they ball and breed rhyme starsI'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 niceMentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own[Verse Two:]I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiestAnd niggas is praying to god so long that they AtheistWhere you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrowCause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterdayI'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shellsAn ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scaleYour laughing, you know the place wellWhere the Liqour Store's and the base wellAnd Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselvesWhere we call the cops the A-Teamcause they hop out of vans and spray thingsAnd life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teenWhere how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifiesSo tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?If the shit is lies, god strike meAnd I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?We'll never knowOne day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em knowMistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghettoPromise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't doneCough 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 boardsLost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listenI'm up the block, round the corner, and down the streetFrom where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meetWe make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deepAnd fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweetNiggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weedAnd no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heatWhether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out withThree dice and shoot the fiveNiggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with tripsAnd I reached down for their money, pa forget about thisThis time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wristAnd this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about thisNiggas will show you love, That's how they fool thugsBefore you know it your lying in a pool of blood[Chorus 4x]more