Cam’ron, Dutch And Spade - Where I'm From lyrics

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



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
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

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 Heathcliff
When I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie jerry from Tom
Heavy in arms in front of Bamm-Bamm
Hanna-Barbera lover 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 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
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
Nigga 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 nigga 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 digit's you play frigate
Killa don't cook he blaze biscuit's
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen y'all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes
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 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
Motherfucking 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 nigga to fuck Whitney
On her period blood sticky
Same night plugged Misty
Play Toronto like Doug Christy fuck 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
Niggas try to stick together like
They Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I'm "Long"
And throw me the head