| Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yo
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| I’m from where the hammers ring, they damage everythin'
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| Niggas' tell, sign states, get on the stand and everythin'
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| I’m from where the cops beat you, after they put the cuffs on
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| Where niggas get naked after they hit them dust joints
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| Where you can get somethin' to eat out of the backyard
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| And all they got is EBTs, no Black Cards
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| Local bars, you can knock off yay
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| The sun be out, but the sky still be charcoal gray-ay
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| Shorty just tryin' to get his bread back
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| I’m from where they cop the new Jordans after they next pack
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| I’m from where they put forty in it after they head crack
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| I’m from where these bitches’ll fuck you until the bed crack
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| (Yonkers) From where them crackers’ll get you straight
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| Uh-huh, the second-highest conviction rate
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| Real talk, and I’m talkin' United States
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| They send one informant nigga to buy the base
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| Indictments, and they ain’t even worth rumblin'
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| The DA just lyin' and your lawyer just mumblin'
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| Old head tryin' to put his numbers in
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| Yeah, my man got twenty-six summers in
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| Salute, from where they do a lot of wonderin'
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| Uh, he’s a boss, it’s a lot of dudes under him
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| Bunch of raw talent here, physically and mentally
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| They’ll never make it 'cause they slack academically
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| From where they lack identity
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| Violation of the G-code is a penalty
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| Like when the NARCs take your keys and mess up your house
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| Handcuff you, find the work while you stressed on the couch
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| New jail, second floor, you the next in the house
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| When they first arrested you, you wasn’t next to your house
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| Couldn’t find the Forty Belows, I’ll take the Chukkas
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| Girls from the projects, they loved us, couldn’t wait to fuck us
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| I’m from where the suckers hate, but I hate the suckers
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| It’s gon' take a mean army and some cake to touch us
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| You hear me? |
| Lost Borough, but the heart is won (Y.O.)
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| Cough up a lung where I’m from, Yonkers, son
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| Ain’t nothin' nice
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| (Cough up a lung where I’m from) Yonkers, son
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| (Ain't nothin' nice) there many places, but I’m New York’s own
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| (Cough up a lung where I’m from) Yonkers, son
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| (Ain't nothin' nice) there many places, but I’m New York’s own
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| (Cough up a lung where I’m from) Yonkers, son
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| (Ain't nothin' nice) there many places, but I’m New York’s own
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| (Cough up a lung where I’m from) Yonkers, son
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| (Ain't nothin' nice) there many places, but I’m New York’s own
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| So where you from? |
| Yonkers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I'm From, artist - Jadakiss. Album song Sour, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп