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[00:00.85]Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
[00:05.10]Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn)
[00:11.43]How real is this?
[00:14.24]How real is this? (Brooklyn)
[00:17.69]Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
[00:20.36]Respect this here, check!
[00:23.33]I'm from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come
[00:26.63]You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
[00:29.59]Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer
[00:32.56]When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
[00:35.66]Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
[00:38.37]To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
[00:41.52]Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets
[00:44.32]So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check
[00:47.22]I'm from the other side where the other guys don't walk too much
[00:50.05]And girls from the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much
[00:53.07]So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
[00:56.02]I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
[00:59.02]I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
[01:02.34]Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
[01:05.22]Your word was everything, so everything you said you'd do
[01:08.08]You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't live it
[01:10.72]I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
[01:14.04]Who's the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas?
[01:17.13]Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds
[01:20.08]At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
[01:23.05]Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R-and-R's
[01:26.10]But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all?
[01:29.55]I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
[01:31.80]I'm from Marcy, son, just thought I'd remind y'all
[01:34.87]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[01:38.39](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[01:40.89]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[01:44.01](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[01:46.63]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[01:50.17](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[01:52.56]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[01:55.67](Brooklyn... so where you from?)
[01:58.42]I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
[02:01.34]And niggas been praying to God so long that they atheist
[02:04.32]Where you can't put your vest away
[02:06.18]And say you'll wear it tomorrow
[02:07.51]'Cause the day after we'll be saying
[02:08.75]"Damn, I was just with him yesterday"
[02:10.58]I'm a block away from hell
[02:12.03]Not enough shots away from stray shells
[02:13.59]An ounce away from a triple beam
[02:14.95]Still using a hand-held weight scale
[02:16.46]You're laughing, you know the place well
[02:18.12]Where the liquor stores and the base dwell
[02:19.48]And government? Fuck government! Niggas politick theyselves
[02:22.47]Where we call the cops the A-Team
[02:23.99]'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
[02:25.41]And life expectancy so low, we making out wills at 18s
[02:28.30]Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
[02:31.12]So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize?
[02:33.99]If the shit is lies, God strike me
[02:36.27]And I got a question
[02:37.32]Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know
[02:40.13]One day, I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know
[02:43.15]The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
[02:45.71]Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done
[02:48.71]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[02:52.14]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[02:55.30](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[02:57.94]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[03:01.13](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[03:03.77]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[03:07.02](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[03:09.43]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[03:12.82](Brooklyn... so where you from?)
[03:14.43]Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
[03:17.92]Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
[03:21.54]I'm up the block, 'round the corner and down the street
[03:24.38]From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet
[03:27.41]We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
[03:30.18]And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
[03:33.29]Niggas get lost for weeks in the street, twisted off leek
[03:36.16]And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
[03:39.24]Whether you're four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with
[03:43.19]Three dice and "shoot the five"
[03:45.24]Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
[03:48.21]And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
[03:51.19]This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
[03:54.05]And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
[03:57.13]Niggas'll show you love, that's how they fool thugs
[04:00.32]Before you know it, you're lying in a pool of blood
[04:02.74]Where I'm from
[04:03.19]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[04:06.45](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[04:08.78]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[04:12.35](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[04:14.85]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[04:18.39](Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
[04:20.79]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[04:24.05](Brooklyn...)
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