[00:00.89] Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah [00:05.08] Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn) [00:11.49] How real is this? [00:14.22] How real is this? (Brooklyn) [00:17.61] Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn) [00:20.33] Respect this here, check! [00:23.39] I'm from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come [00:26.66] You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme [00:29.52] Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer [00:32.54] When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run [00:35.66] Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set [00:38.30] To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet [00:41.51] Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets [00:44.35] So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check [00:47.21] I'm from the other side where the other guys don't walk too much [00:50.05] And girls from the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much [00:53.03] So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust [00:56.07] I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us [00:59.01] I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable [01:02.34] Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new [01:05.23] Your word was everything, so everything you said you'd do [01:08.04] You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't live it [01:10.71] I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about [01:14.05] Who's the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas? [01:17.18] Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds [01:20.00] At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars [01:23.08] Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R-and-R's [01:26.09] But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all? [01:29.56] I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars [01:31.75] I'm from Marcy, son, just thought I'd remind y'all [01:34.89] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [01:38.35] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [01:40.82] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [01:44.10] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [01:46.65] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [01:50.12] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [01:52.52] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [01:55.65] (Brooklyn... so where you from?) [01:58.49] I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest [02:01.34] And niggas been praying to God so long that they atheist [02:04.38] Where you can't put your vest away [02:06.15] And say you'll wear it tomorrow [02:07.54] 'Cause the day after we'll be saying [02:08.79] "Damn, I was just with him yesterday" [02:10.59] I'm a block away from hell [02:12.05] Not enough shots away from stray shells [02:13.54] An ounce away from a triple beam [02:14.91] Still using a hand-held weight scale [02:16.43] You're laughing, you know the place well [02:18.17] Where the liquor stores and the base dwell [02:19.45] And government? Fuck government! Niggas politick theyselves [02:22.45] Where we call the cops the A-Team [02:23.90] 'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things [02:25.46] And life expectancy so low, we making out wills at 18s [02:28.30] Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies [02:31.19] So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize? [02:33.97] If the shit is lies, God strike me [02:36.29] And I got a question [02:37.37] Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know [02:40.12] One day, I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know [02:43.12] The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto [02:45.78] Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done [02:48.76] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [02:52.14] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [02:55.36] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [02:57.91] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [03:01.16] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [03:03.78] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [03:07.07] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [03:09.45] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [03:12.83] (Brooklyn... so where you from?) [03:14.44] Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards [03:17.91] Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen [03:21.58] I'm up the block, 'round the corner and down the street [03:24.34] From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet [03:27.50] We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep [03:30.13] And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet [03:33.29] Niggas get lost for weeks in the street, twisted off leek [03:36.12] And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat [03:39.26] Whether you're four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with [03:43.16] Three dice and "shoot the five" [03:45.26] Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips [03:48.22] And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this [03:51.15] This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist [03:54.03] And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this [03:57.13] Niggas'll show you love, that's how they fool thugs [04:00.34] Before you know it, you're lying in a pool of blood [04:02.70] Where I'm from [04:03.10] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [04:06.42] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [04:08.72] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [04:12.34] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [04:14.90] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [04:18.38] (Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own) [04:20.77] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [04:24.05] (Brooklyn...) [04:25.51]