[Intro]
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Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
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Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn)
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How real is, this?
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How real is, this? (Brooklyn)
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Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
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Respect this here, check!
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[Verse 1]
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Im from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come
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You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
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Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer
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When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
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Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
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To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
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Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets
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So I felt Im owed something and you nothing, check
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Im from the other side where the other guys dont walk too much
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And girls from the projects wouldnt fuck us, said we talked too much
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So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
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I dont know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
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Im from where the beef is inevitable, summertimes unforgettable
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Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
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Your word was everything, so everything you said youd do
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You did it, couldnt talk about it if you aint live it
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Im from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
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Whos the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas?
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Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds
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At each others throats for the love of foreign cars
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Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R-and-Rs
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But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all?
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Im from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
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Im from Marcy, son, just thought Id remind yall
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[Chorus]
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Brooklyn… so where you from?)
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[Verse 2]
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Im from the place where the church is the flakiest
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And niggas been praying to God so long that they atheist
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Where you cant put your vest away
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And say youll wear it tomorrow
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‘Cause the day after well be saying
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“Damn, I was just with him yesterday”
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Im a block away from hell
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Not enough shots away from stray shells
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An ounce away from a triple beam
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Still using a hand-held weight scale
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Youre laughing, you know the place well
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Where the liquor stores and the base dwell
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And government? Fuck government! Niggas politick theyselves
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Where we call the cops the A-Team
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‘Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
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And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eighteens
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Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
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So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize?
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If the shit is lies, God strike me
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And I got a question:
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Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? Well never know
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One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, Id let em know
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The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
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Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job aint done
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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[Chorus]
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
~#**************#~
Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
~#**************#~
(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
~#**************#~
Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
~#**************#~
(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
~#**************#~
Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
~#**************#~
(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Brooklyn… so where you from?)
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[Verse 3]
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Check, Im from where they cross-over and clap boards
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Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
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Im up the block, around the corner and down the street
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From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet
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We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
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And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
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Niggas get lost for weeks in the street, twisted off leek
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And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
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Whether youre four-feet or Manute size
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It always starts out with three dice and “shoot the five”
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Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit em with trips
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And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
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This time around its platinum, like the shit on my wrist
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And this Glock on my waist, yall cant do shit about this
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Niggasll show you love, thats how they fool thugs
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Before you know it, youre lying in a pool of blood
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Where Im from
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[Chorus]
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
~#**************#~
(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Mentally been many places but Im Brooklyns own)
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Cough up a lung, where Im from, Marcy son, aint nothing nice
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(Brooklyn…)
