作词 : Carter, Shawn C. 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C. "Where I'm From" 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, New's cameras never come You and your man's hung in every verse in your rhyme where the grams is slung, *****s 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 some 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 ***** us if we talked too much So they ran up Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust I don't know what the ***** they thought, those *****s is foul just like us I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable 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 *****s 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 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 chruch is the flakiest And *****s 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 Liqour Store's and the base well And Government, ***** Government, *****s 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 ***** who criticize? If the *****t 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 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 a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep And ***** tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet *****s get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off ***** And no matter the weather, *****s know how to draw heat Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with Three dice and shoot the five *****s thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this This time around it's platinum, like the *****t on my wrist And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do *****t about this *****s will show you love, That's how they fool thugs Before you know it your 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 by og
[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C. [00:00.000] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C. [00:00.00]"Where I'm From" [00:01.12]Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah [00:05.03]ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah [00:11.70]How real is this, how real is this [00:17.00]Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check [00:23.47]I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come [00:26.57]You and your man's hung in every verse in your rhyme [00:29.49]where the grams is slung, *****s vanish every summer [00:32.48]Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run [00:35.65]Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set [00:38.25]To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet [00:41.20]Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets [00:44.06]So I felt some more something and you nothing check [00:46.96]I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much [00:49.97]And girls in the projects wouldn't ***** us if we talked too much [00:52.87]So they ran up Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust [00:55.92]I don't know what the ***** they thought, those *****s is foul just like us [00:58.95]I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable [01:02.30]Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new [01:04.85]Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do [01:07.77]You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it [01:10.75]I from where *****s pull your car, and argue all day about [01:13.97]Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas [01:16.72]Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are [01:19.73]At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars [01:22.83]Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's [01:26.18]But most times find themselves locked up behind bars [01:28.97]I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars [01:32.04]I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all [01:35.05]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [01:39.45]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [01:40.92]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [01:44.43]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [01:46.84]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [01:49.63]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [01:52.69]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [01:58.88]I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest [02:01.48]And *****s is praying to god so long that they Atheist [02:04.37]Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow [02:07.49]Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday [02:10.25]I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells [02:13.69]An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale [02:16.60]Your laughing, you know the place well [02:18.29]Where the Liqour Store's and the base well [02:19.59]And Government, ***** Government, *****s polotic themselves [02:22.29]Where we call the cops the A-Team [02:23.95]cause they hop out of vans and spray things [02:25.46]And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen [02:28.21]Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies [02:31.37]So tell me when I rap you think I give a ***** who criticize? [02:33.97]If the *****t is lies, god strike me [02:36.26]And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me? [02:38.98]We'll never know [02:39.93]One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know [02:43.18]Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto [02:45.85]Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done [02:48.86]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [02:52.36]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [02:55.35]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [02:57.72]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [03:00.47]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [03:03.67]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [03:07.13]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [03:09.49]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [03:15.95]I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards [03:18.10]Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen [03:21.74]I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the street [03:24.50]From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet [03:27.60]We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep [03:30.39]And ***** tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet [03:33.59]*****s get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off ***** [03:36.36]And no matter the weather, *****s know how to draw heat [03:39.36]Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with [03:43.01]Three dice and shoot the five [03:45.17]*****s thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips [03:48.11]And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this [03:51.32]This time around it's platinum, like the *****t on my wrist [03:53.97]And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do *****t about this [03:57.02]*****s will show you love, That's how they fool thugs [04:00.19]Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood [04:03.04]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [04:06.59]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [04:08.95]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [04:11.59]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [04:14.80]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [04:18.14]Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [04:20.76]Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice [04:25.76]by og
