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    "Where I'm From" Lyrics

    Dj Hi-Tek

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    Geah, Jinx Da Juvy (uh-huh uh-huh) Hi-Tek geah
    Uhh, uhh.. cause anybody can get it
    Anybody anybody can get it (project shit)
    Real recognize real, uhh geah geah uhh
    This as real as it gets
    Uh-huh, this as real as it gets
    Aiyyo, uhh, uhh (geah)
    Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    Aiyyo I'm from where they bust guns, killin and shit
    Thugs sellin drugs, killin the strip, dealin with bricks
    From my hood to why'all hood, feel this shit
    Real recognize real this as real as it gets

    Aiyyo, aiyyo Jinx Da Juvenile, yeah I was one of them bastards
    Bustin them ratchets, before this rap shit
    I copped coke cut it and bagged it, twelve twelve
    Stuffin the plastic the strip was flooded with traffic
    I'm from a hood where they rep in wool
    Lil' niggaz pants baggy, sketz(?) is long
    In bang-outs I leave a nigga stomach where his chest belong
    Now that's what you call leavin a nigga dead wrong {*bang*}
    I live for gunplay
    Deuce-fives is easy to carry but I love eights
    Anybody can get it, fuck Jake, I spit in a judge face
    Who schemin on the kid, who grillin the watch?
    Like if I ain't the kid who be spittin them shots
    Run in your crib, grippin the glock
    Leave yo' ass in the kitchen witcha brains in the cereal box
    Real recognize real whether you feel it or not

    Aiyyo straight out the ville before my deal slung drugs in the basement
    Now I'm in the booth spittin 'til my lungs cave in
    I gotta supply the fam
    So if The Source givin out five mics, I want five grams
    Keep a revolver cause nines jam
    ABG Anybody-Can-Get-It, I die for the fam
    Die for the love of the strip, either way I'm gonna get rich
    Catch the kid sunk in a 6
    Jewels is heavy, flooded the wrists, my team stuff they clips
    Keep it gangsta a hundred percent
    Who think not? Who really want to see how Jinx rock
    like I ain't been doin this since Pampers and slingshots? (What?)
    Half why'all rap niggaz talk the nonsense
    I live this shit why'all soft as cotton
    While why'all was in school I was in Spofford boxin
    Real recognize real I keep the larcen' poppin

    Geah, ABG Anybody-Can-Get-It
    Black Jesus, Alaska, Loose Cannon
    Pow Wow the Don, Mil-lion (What?)
    This is my year, the why-2-K kid, uhh
    Def Jam, Rawkus, from my hood to your hood
    Feel this shit, this as real as it gets
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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