Cam'Ron - Where I'm From lyrics

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<i>[Dutch:]</i>

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

<i>[Spade:]</i>

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

<i>[Cam'Ron:]</i>

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