Where I’m From lyrics

by

N.O.R.E.


[Verse 1: Dutch]
I'm from where n*ggas get killed for running they mouth
I'm from where n*ggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about
Got big guns dog, one pop and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While I lean back geeking how she loving my house
Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about
'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow di*k in yo mouth
And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out
Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about

[Verse 2: Spade]
Ayo
They wanna flip me
Bounce me
Half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me
Dimes wanna twist me
Nah you can't kiss me
Go 'head with the mo' at the bar
You better Cris me
Baby blue 528 doing sixty
Cuttin' swiftly
Duckin' fifty
Hit my ho crib for a nice di*k suck and a quicky
Killa Cam, Dutch, and the Spade flow sickly
The streets shifty
So I keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool
Motherf*cker
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Yo, Yo
Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math
Loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft
Come on I start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a n*gga paid out
Suede couch
I'm into hooded things
b*tch butt be way out
These cats be Heathcliff
When I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie
Jerry from Tom
Heavy in arms
In front of Pan Pan
Hanna-Barbera leather
Collar big
Cotton candy blue gators polishment
Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment
Money, pour it on 'em
Meet a snitch throw water on em
Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double
Guns double tecs
Hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money but I double check
Bubble Lex
Ain't too much more I care about
Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse
Clear it out
L's with my liquor
Silencer a helluva whisper
Gas-ing up a ho tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener
Business sale a few differ
n*gga pelican slippers
Mommy is senseless
Get my moola I'm conscientious
Tell Mira to buy me Benzes
Por favor
Harlem mamma poor
We fell off but back on n*gga time to ball
Hun45th and Lennox
3 piece suit, bean pies, the Final Call
Gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y'all
We 8 digits you play frigate
Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen
Y'all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes
Streets buzzing V dozen
b*tches calling me husband
Saying we f*ck when we wasn't
Lying on her coochie
I'm dyin for a hoochie
With an iron for a boobie
Casino style diamonds in the doobie
But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie
But need work
Plate of a kind
If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9
Don't waste up my time
You racing for shine
Only way you be around motherf*cking paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Cars swoop buck fifty
Gun shoot buck fifty
Bare facts buck fifty
Air Max buck fifty
Only New York n*gga to f*ck Whitney
On her period blood sticky
Same night plugged Misty
Play Toronto like Doug Christy
f*ck Christy
Louie the 13
Slugs with me
Gimme head
Yo quiero chichar
Blood to my head
But my day is Friday
Toast for my bread
n*ggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head
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