Where I'm From Lyrics - S.d.e. - Cam'ron

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 

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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 

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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