Where I`m From lyrics

Artist  : Cam`ron 
Song : Where I`m From



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featuring Dutch
Spade



Dutch:

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 geeking 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 u hear that (moan) he
kicking you out

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



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 hoe crib for a nice dick 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

Motherfucker



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 nigga paid
out

suede couch

I'm into hooded
things

Bitch butt be way out

These
cats be Hecliff

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

Gas-ing 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 digets 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