Where I'm From Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - 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 

I'm from where the hammer's rung, news 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 there 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 the town and then sought them dudes to trust 

I don't know what the fuck they thought those niggas is foul just like us 

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I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable 

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 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

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Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice 

I'm from the place where the church 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 liquor 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 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice 

Check, 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 the million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep 

And fuck tomorrow, 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 

Then 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 you're lying in a pool of blood 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice 

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own 

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice