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Where I'm From

Oh shit once again nigga

I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth

I'm from where niggas 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 gee king how she loving my house

Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about

'Cuzzi bubbles grands slow dick in yo mouth

And when you hear that moan he kicking you out

Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about

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 hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quickly

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

Motherfucker

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 niggas paid out suede couch

I'm into hooded things bitch butt be way out

These cats be he cliff when I come around they play mouse

Mickey and Minnie Jerry from Tom heavy in arms

In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover collar big

Cotton candy blue gators polishment

Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment

We pour it on 'em meet a snitch throw wall off on 'em

Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble

If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double

Guns double tecks 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 sounds sew a helluva whisper

Gasing up a hoe tell her you miss her

Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener

Business sale a few differ nigga pelican slippers

Mommy is senseless get my moola I'm conscientious

Tell Medi she buy me benzes pour favor

Harlem mamma poor we fell off but back on nigga time to ball

Hung 45th 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 and

Streets buzzing V dozen bitches calling me husband

Saying we fuck 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 doopey

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 motherfucking paper boy

If you quit your job and go be a paper boy

Cars swoop buck fifty gun shoot buck fifty

Bear facts buck fifty air max buck fifty

Only New York nigga to fuck with me

On her period blood sticky same night flood missy

Play Toronto like Doug Christy

Fuck Christy Louie the 13 slugs with me gimme head

Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head

But my day is Friday toast for my bread

Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig

In real life nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head

Heard what I said

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