Uh huh gege gegegeya gegeyeah gegeyeah

how real is this 2x

Uhuhuh Respect this here



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 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 GAVE straight bets

So I'M FELT THE MOST UP IN IT, 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 town and sought them dudes to trust

I don't know what the fuck they thought, them niggas 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 WORD 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 CARD, 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 (that all)

I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars



Chorus:

Cough Up A Lung Where I'm From? Marcy Son (AIn't Nothing Nice)(Been To many places but i'm brooklyn's own)4x



So where You From? (Excerpt from Me and My Bitch Biggie Interview: From Lady Interviewer)



Verse 2

I'm from the place where the chruch 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 Liqour Store's and the base well

And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic theyselves

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, I'LL LET EM KNOW, 

THE STAKES and 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



Chorus:

Cough Up A Lung Where I'm From? Marcy Son (AIn't Nothing Nice)(Been To many places but i'm brooklyn's own)4x



So where You From? (Excerpt from Me and My Bitch Biggie Interview: From Lady Interviewer)



Verse 3:

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 druglords meet

We make a million off of beats cuz our stories is deep

and fuck tomorrow long as the night before was sweet

niggas get lost for weeks in the street twisted off leak

and no matter the weather niggas know how to draw heat

whether you're four feet of a new size it always starts out with

3 dice and shoot the five niggas thought they deuce was live

then i hit em with trips then i reached out for they money "Pa

forget about this" this time around its platinum like the shit on my wrist and this glock on my waist yall can't do shit about this

niggas will show you love thats how they fool thugs

before you know it you're lying in a pool of blood



Chorus:

Cough Up A Lung Where I'm From? Marcy Son (AIn't Nothing Nice)(Been To many places but i'm brooklyn's own)4x