Llyod Banks:
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America welcome to the land of the brave
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America welcome to the land of the slaves
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where to do anything for money the consequences is the cage
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follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their grave
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you can either live to regret or benefit from your ways
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the enemies get what they deserve the innocent get the strays
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everything aint all gravy baby niggas are subject to change
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and it gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting strange
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I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage
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Urine dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades
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when it comes to ammunition its thirty thirties and K's
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and them treys hold me down like that du-rag that's on your waves
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America welcome to the land where they kill
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America welcome to the land where they steal
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where niggas will call your bluff till you let them know shit is real
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where material shit will make bitches head over heals
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where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
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where they shoot at cops and most little niggas don't know they pops
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where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed get bent to be cool
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where the girls loose there virginity in elementary school
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where the ambulances are late club floors get left with stains
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over step on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"
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where niggas are ghetto fabulous billings and nice whips
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where cops will fuck you up with flash lights and night sticks
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America welcome to the land where they frame you
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America welcome to the land where they hang you
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where it doesn't pay to live with out sin or be an angel
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and a regular day of just chillen a bullet can rearrange you
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where niggas will back stab you the first time they get the chance to
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the envious ways of a coward will do nothing but amp you
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I'm from South Side Jamaica where comics and stars are born
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where you can wake up in the morning and your brand new car is gone
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where niggas that you grew up with is speeding and smoking crack
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play Russian roulette with their dreams and there is no way to get them back
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where the hood rats will surround you, the constant trade on the stack
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its kind of hard to keep your cool when there is constant hate on your back
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Llyod Banks: (Chorus)
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New York City that's where I stay
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where everyday is foul play
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we got ours so you should have yours
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cause it'll be no warnings when its time to go to war
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New York City that's where I'm from
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I got my vest, I got my gun
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And you should run if you aint got one
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cause it'll be no warnings for them niggas, wars come
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Tony Yayo:
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A yo Banks, let me shine
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I got Timberwolves in Minnesota
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and got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda, homie
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I cross over with rugers in Vancouver when its Grizzly
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And I'll Portland Trail blaze ya if ya ass don't hit me
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You'll get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland and start bleeding
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And now you're on the bench and can't ball all season
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Yo I'm rolling Phillies up with the 76's
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and got my Heat in Miami on the beach with my niggas
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And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' cause they see them
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Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walking
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Stash the burner, Now I'm in Phoenix Sun
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Cause I'm a Golden State Warrior that stay on the run
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I'm in the truck counting up Milwaukee Bucks
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And I, stay with the ratchet cause that's what's up
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I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
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So I'm living like a King in Sacramento
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When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bullshit
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You know semi automatics I stay with a full clip
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For them Houston Rockets
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baby nine in my pocket
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Hypnotic and bomb chronic
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lounging with the Sonics
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I'm that nigga that will Los Angeles Clip ya
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slow your Pace in Indiana while you counting them figures
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You I'm out in New Orleans "wodie" ducking them warrants
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You'll get stung by my mac like a batch of Hornets
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Times up like the San Antonio Spurs
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I got rings like a Laker but move Celtic birds
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Disappear like Magic- Dallas Mavericks with the gat
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I'll Detroit piss on you while your lying on your back
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Strip shorty out her bra you know I get ass
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Cause the kid big ballin' like |