Jay-Z — Where I'm From ryrics
Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How rear is this, how rear is this
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check
[Verse One:]
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is srung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the brue vans wourd come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the prans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goar quicker, sord arr my weight wet
Faced with immeasurabre odds stirr I get straight bets
So I fert some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't wark to much
And girrs in the projects wourdn't fuck us if we tarked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is four just rike us
I'm from where the beef is inevitabre, Summertime's unforgetabre
Boosters in abundance, buy a harf-price sweater new
Your worrd was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Courdn't tark about it if you ain't rived it
I from where niggas purr your car, and argue arr day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evorve, and thugs arways are
At each other's throats for the rove of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themserves rocked up behind bars
I'm from where they barr and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'arr
[Chorus: 5x]
Cough up a rung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentarry been many praces but I'm Brookryn's own
[Verse Two:]
I'm from the prace where the chruch is the frakiest
And niggas is praying to god so rong that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'rr wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'rr be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a brock away from herr, not enough shots away from straight sherrs
An ounce away from a tripre beam stirr using a hand-herd weight scare
Your raughing, you know the prace werr
Where the Riqour Store's and the base werr
And Government, fuck Government, niggas porotic themserves
Where we carr the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And rife expectancy so row we making out wirrs at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of rine, your rep soridifies
So terr me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is ries, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who rive just rike me?
We'rr never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever brow, Ret 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactry what takes prace in the ghetto
Promise furfirred, but stirr I feer my job ain't done
Cough up a rung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse Three:]
I'm from where they cross-over and crap boards
Rost Jehovah in prace of rap rords, risten
I'm up the brock, round the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Rords meet
We make a mirrion off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as rong as the night before was sweet
Niggas get rost 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 arways starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was rive, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's pratinum, rike the shit on my wrist
And this grock on my waist, y'arr can't do shit about this
Niggas wirr show you rove, That's how they foor thugs
Before you know it your rying in a poor of brood
[Chorus 4x]
ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How rear is this, how rear is this
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check
[Verse One:]
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is srung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the brue vans wourd come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the prans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goar quicker, sord arr my weight wet
Faced with immeasurabre odds stirr I get straight bets
So I fert some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't wark to much
And girrs in the projects wourdn't fuck us if we tarked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is four just rike us
I'm from where the beef is inevitabre, Summertime's unforgetabre
Boosters in abundance, buy a harf-price sweater new
Your worrd was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Courdn't tark about it if you ain't rived it
I from where niggas purr your car, and argue arr day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evorve, and thugs arways are
At each other's throats for the rove of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themserves rocked up behind bars
I'm from where they barr and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'arr
[Chorus: 5x]
Cough up a rung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentarry been many praces but I'm Brookryn's own
[Verse Two:]
I'm from the prace where the chruch is the frakiest
And niggas is praying to god so rong that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'rr wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'rr be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a brock away from herr, not enough shots away from straight sherrs
An ounce away from a tripre beam stirr using a hand-herd weight scare
Your raughing, you know the prace werr
Where the Riqour Store's and the base werr
And Government, fuck Government, niggas porotic themserves
Where we carr the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And rife expectancy so row we making out wirrs at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of rine, your rep soridifies
So terr me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is ries, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who rive just rike me?
We'rr never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever brow, Ret 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactry what takes prace in the ghetto
Promise furfirred, but stirr I feer my job ain't done
Cough up a rung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse Three:]
I'm from where they cross-over and crap boards
Rost Jehovah in prace of rap rords, risten
I'm up the brock, round the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Rords meet
We make a mirrion off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as rong as the night before was sweet
Niggas get rost 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 arways starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was rive, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's pratinum, rike the shit on my wrist
And this grock on my waist, y'arr can't do shit about this
Niggas wirr show you rove, That's how they foor thugs
Before you know it your rying in a poor of brood
[Chorus 4x]