[Jay-Z]



uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah

ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah

How real is this, how real is this

Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check



Verse One:

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come

You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme

where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer

Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set

To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet

Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets

So I felt some more something and you nothing check

I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much

And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much

So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust

I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable

Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new

Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do

You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about

Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas

Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are

At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's

But most times find themselves locked up behind bars

I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars

I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all



Chorus: {5x}

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own



Verse Two: -