NYC Where I'm From

(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)

America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret, or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get the strays (yeah)
Everything ain't all gravy, baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper, 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)

Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now, the official
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this?)
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this? Yeah)
He will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home, he will bootleg it (how real is this?)
(How real is this?)
It will be sold in Chinatown (yeah)
At your local bodega, it doesn't matter
He is DJ Whoo Kid

How real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)

America, welcome to the land of the brave (what?)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve, innocents get the strays
Everything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Whoo Kid)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (woo)

America, welcome to the land where they kill (uh-huh)
America, welcome to the land where they steal (yeah, damn)
Where niggas'll call ya' bluff 'til you let 'em know shit is real
And material shit, I'll make bitches head over heels
Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
Where they shoot at cops, and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool (uh-huh)
Where the girls lose their virginity in elementary school (oh, Whoo Kid)
Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains
Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim (yeah, yeah)
Where niggas are ghetto, fabulous pullin' them nice whips (James Cruz)
Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks, whoa

America, welcome to the land where they frame you (frame you)
America, welcome to the land where they hang you
Where it doesn't pay to live without sin, don't be a angel (uh-uh)
In a regular day just chillin' a bullet can rearrange you (non-stop)
Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance to (uh-huh)
The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you
I'm from Southside, Jamaica where convicts and stars are born (that's right)
Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new car's gone
Where niggas that you grew up with are speedin' and smokin' crack
Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and there's no way to get 'em back (uh-huh)
Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya' stack
It's kinda hard to keep ya' cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)

New York City
That's where I stay
Where every day
Is foul play (Barry Williams)
We got ours, so you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)

New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony Yayo)
I got my vest
I got my gun (G-Unit radio)
And you should run
If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)
'Cause it won't be no warnings
When the wolves are comes (yo Banks, lemme-lemme shine)

I got Timberwolves in Minnesota
And got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda
Homie, I cross over with Rugers in Vancouver when it's Grizzly (woo)
In a Portland Trailblazer if your ass don't hit me
You get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland, start bleedin' (damn)
And now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season
Yo, I'm rollin' Phillies up with the 76ers (come on)
And got my Heat up in Miami on the beach with my niggas
And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' (woo)
'Cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walkin'
Stash the gun now I'm in Phoenix sun (damn)
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior that stay on the run
I'm in the truck, countin' up Milwakee Bucks
And I stay with the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)
I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
So I'm livin' like a King in Sacramento
When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bull-shit
You know semi-automatic I stay with a full clip
With them Houston Rockets, baby 9 in my pocket
Hypnotic and bomb chronic, bang you with the Sonics (Shadyville)
I'm that nigga that'll Los Angeles clip you
Slow your pace in Indiana when you countin' them figures (woo)
Yo, I'm out in New Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants
You get stung by my MAC like a batch of Hornets
Time is splurge like the San Antonio Spurs
I got rings like a Laker bubble, Celtic Birds
Disappear like Magic Dallas, Mavericks in the Gat
And I'll Detroit piss on you while you lyin' on your back (Whoo Kid)
Strip shorty out her bra, you know I get ass
'Cause the kid big ballin' like the Utah Jazz
Toronto Raptors style, Yay' is a vet'
I move like a Net, so cut that check, nigga (yeah)

It's the play-offs, nigga
(Y'all mean) y'all niggas ain't think I could rap like that, huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Heffner, nigga
It's the Talk Of New York, matter fact
I'll change my shit to "Top Of New York", nigga
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June (woo)
Y'all niggas can't rap, y'all ain't got no money
Broke-ass niggas
It's the real Top Of New York
Niggas tryna bite my name and shit while I'm gone
Top Of New York, nigga, I'm changin' my shit
Aka twelve .12's, fifty-eight .58's, nigga
Ha, I did that just 'cause the play-offs is right now
You bum-ass niggas
Curtis Interscope Jackson, nigga
He shootin' a million, a sixty million
Matter of fact, a hundred million dolla' movie right now, ha
My man Buck, G-Unit South, Buck Marley
Sha Millions, nigga
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo, Olivia, it don't stop
We got video games, movies, liquor deals
And y'all niggas is mad, huh?
You bum-ass niggas, I hear these bum-ass niggas rhymin' on freestyles
Y'all niggas is fuckin' trash
I just did that to show y'all niggas how to rap
Tony Yayo, blueprint follow, I follow 50's blueprint, nigga
Yeah, I'm poppin' shit, nigga
'Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin' album, pussy
Fuck, and niggas better
And my date is June 27th, if you ain't know
If you come that month you better push back
'Cause my shit is straight crack, nigga
I might call myself Tony Crack
No, no Tony Dope
Nah, Tony Yayo, nigga
Yeah, G-Unit
Better ask somebody, nigga