Where I'm From
Jay-Z feat. Beanie Sigel Lyrics


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Uh-huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah (Brooklyn)
How real is this, how real is this (Brooklyn)
Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
Respect this here, check

I'm from where the hammer's rung, news cameras never come
You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams was 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 I'm owed something and you nothing, check
I'm from the other side where other guys don't walk too much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much
So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, them niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
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 live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas?
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds
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, is that all?
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn, so where you from?)

I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas been praying to God so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
'Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam, still using a hand-held weight scale
You're laughing, you know the place well
Where the liquor stores and the base dwell
And government, fuck government, niggas politic theyselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making our wills at eightteen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, God strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know
The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn, so where you from?)

Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, 'round the corner, and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drug lords meet
We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off leak
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, rhat's how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)




Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn)

Overall Meaning

The song "Where I'm From" by Jay-Z feat. Beanie Siegel is a gritty ode to the streets of Brooklyn where both rappers grew up. The song is an unflinching portrayal of the realities of living in Marcy Projects–a housing complex in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn. The first verse paints a vivid picture of the daily struggles faced by those living in Marcy. The hammer's rung refers to the sound of gunshots echoing throughout the complex. News cameras never come, and lawlessness reigns. The verse goes on to describe how drugs are sold, and how people disappear every summer without a trace.


The second verse describes the cyclical nature of violence in the projects. Nobody walks too much because of the risk of getting caught up in gang conflicts. Women won't date men from the projects because they talk too much. Beef is inevitable, and the summers are unforgettable because of the violence that usually spikes during the season. The third verse describes the local hustlers, the prevalence of guns, and the lack of faith in the government. Jay-Z raps about how the police are so feared in the neighborhood that they are referred to as the A-Team. The song ends with more descriptions of the hustle, the violence, and the resilience it takes to survive in Marcy Projects.


Overall, the song is a powerful and unapologetic portrayal of the harsh realities of growing up in a low-income community. It reflects the struggles and triumphs of the residents of Marcy Projects and pays tribute to the place that shaped Jay-Z into the successful rapper he is today.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh-huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
Affirmative response to the question 'How real is this (Brooklyn)?'


Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah (Brooklyn)
Agreeing to the statement 'Brooklyn is where it's at'


How real is this, how real is this (Brooklyn)
Asking how authentic Brooklyn really is


Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
Affirming the importance of Brooklyn


Respect this here, check
Asking to be given attention and to be respected


I'm from where the hammer's rung, news cameras never come
Jay-Z is from a place where guns are used and the media never reports on it


You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
Jay-Z is from a place where rap lyrics often revolve around violence and struggles of everyday life


Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where drug deals happen and people disappear every summer


Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Drug dealers would use blue vans to transport their product and would flee from the police


Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
The ultimate goal was to make money and leave the neighborhood


To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Jay-Z sold drugs at a young age to make money quickly


Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
Jay-Z took risks and bet on himself to succeed despite the low odds


So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check
Jay-Z believes he deserves recognition and success because he worked hard for it


I'm from the other side where other guys don't walk too much
Jay-Z is from a dangerous side of town where people are afraid to walk around


And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much
Girls in the projects didn't want to be with Jay-Z and his friends because they were known for talking too much


So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
Girls would go to Tompkins Park and search for trustworthy guys to be with


I don't know what the fuck they thought, them niggas is foul just like us
Jay-Z recognizes that the guys in Tompkins Park were just as bad as him and his friends


I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
Jay-Z is from a place where there will always be conflict and summer memories are always remembered


Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
There were many shoplifters who would sell items for half the price


Your world was everything, so everything you said you'd do
In Jay-Z's world, people would follow through with their promises because their reputation was everything they had


You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't live it
If you didn't experience it, you couldn't talk about it


I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Jay-Z is from a place where people would call your bluff and argue all day about who's the best rapper


Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas?
Debating who the best rappers are in the history of Brooklyn


Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds
Drug lords are constantly changing and there is conflict between thugs


At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
People are willing to kill each other for a fancy car


Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
People get arrested and hope for a judge who will give them a break


But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all?
But most times they end up in jail and that's their fate


I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
Jay-Z is from a place where basketball and rap are major parts of the culture


I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all
Jay-Z is from the Marcy Projects and wants to make sure people remember where he's from


Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Jay-Z is from a place where the air quality is bad and life is tough


(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Jay-Z may have traveled the world, but Brooklyn is his home


(Brooklyn, so where you from?)
Questioning others about where they're from in Brooklyn


I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
Jay-Z is from a place where even the church is unreliable


And niggas been praying to God so long that they Atheist
People have been praying for so long without seeing any results that they don't believe in God anymore


Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Jay-Z is from a place where danger is always present and you never know when you'll need your bulletproof vest


'Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
The violence is so frequent that people often regret not having their vest with them when they were just with someone who got shot


I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
Jay-Z is close to danger and gun violence is always a possibility


An ounce away from a triple beam, still using a hand-held weight scale
Jay-Z still uses a small-scale to weigh drugs despite having access to a larger scale


You're laughing, you know the place well
Jay-Z recognizes that some people are amused by the things he's saying because they know the place well


Where the liquor stores and the base dwell
Jay-Z is from an area where there are many liquor stores and drug dealers


And government, fuck government, niggas politic theyselves
People don't trust the government and so they take matters into their own hands


Where we call the cops the A-Team
The police are so violent that they're compared to a TV show about a team of vigilantes


'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
The police would come out of vans and immediately start shooting


And life expectancy so low we making our wills at eightteen
Jay-Z is from a place where life expectancy is low and people have to plan for their death at a young age


Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
If you stand up to someone who disrespects you, you earn respect from others in the neighborhood


So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
Jay-Z doesn't care about criticism because he's from a place where survival is key


If the shit is lies, God strike me
Jay-Z is willing to swear to God that what he's saying is true


And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
Jay-Z is asking if people can forgive him for living a rough life and making mistakes


We'll never know
The answer is unknown


One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know
Jay-Z promised himself that if he became successful, he would tell the world where he came from


The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Jay-Z wants people to know the reality of growing up in a poor area


Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done
Jay-Z accomplished his goal of becoming successful, but he still feels like he has more to do


Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Jay-Z is from a place where basketball and rap intersect


Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
People in the neighborhood used to care more about religion, but now they care more about rappers


I'm up the block, 'round the corner, and down the street
Jay-Z is from a place where danger is always present, no matter where you are


From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drug lords meet
Jay-Z is from a place where these types of people from the neighborhood come into contact


We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
Jay-Z and other rappers from the neighborhood have made a lot of money telling their stories through music


And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
People in the neighborhood live for the moment and don't think about the future


Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off leak
People get lost in drug use and spend weeks in the streets


And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
People in the neighborhood know how to use guns in any situation


Whether your four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with
No matter how big or small you are, conflict almost always starts with dice games


Three dice and shoot the five
The most common dice game in the neighborhood


Niggas thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
People thought they had a good hand in the game, but then Jay-Z would beat them with a better hand


And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
Jay-Z would take their money after winning the game


This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
Jay-Z's music is now more successful than ever


And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Jay-Z is now powerful and dangerous and no one can do anything about it


Niggas will show you love, rhat's how they fool thugs
People in the neighborhood will act friendly to gain someone's trust, even if they plan on hurting them later


Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood
People in the neighborhood will kill without hesitation


(Brooklyn)
Affirming the importance and pride in being from Brooklyn




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Norman Whitfield, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Deric Angelettie, Shawn Carter

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