DJ Whoo Kid - NYC Is Where I'm From lyrics

Lyrics to Nyc, Where I'm From Nyc, Where I'm From Video: (feat. Lloyd Banks) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City America welcome to the land of the brave America welcome to the land of the slave Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced Everything ain't all gravy baby n***as subject to change And it gotta be the paper cause n***as is actin strange I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves yo [Eminem Talking:] Aiyo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now The official, the biggest bootlegger on the planet, the biggest bootlegger On the planet, He will bootleg anything and everything If you have a couch at home he will bootleg it It will be sold in China Town at your local bodega It doesn't matter, he is DJ Whoooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid [Verse: Lloyd Banks] How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City America welcome to the land of the brave America welcome to the land of the slave Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced Everything ain't all gravy baby n***as subject to change And it gotta be the paper cause n***as is actin strange I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves bro America welcome to the land where they k** America welcome to the land where they steal Where n***as'll call ya bluff 'till you let 'em know sh** is real And material sh**'ll make b**hes head over heels Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch Where they shoot at cops, and most little n***as don't know they pops Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool Where the girls lose they virginity in elementary school Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains Over stepped on sneakers, n***a what set you claim Where n***as are ghetto fabulous pullin them nice whips Where cops'll f** you up with flashlights and night sticks whoa America welcome to the land where they 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 In a regular day just chillin a bullet can reaarange you Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance too The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you I'm from South Side Jamaica where convicts and stars are born Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new cars gone Where n***as that you grew up with are speedin and smokin crack Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and theres no way to get 'em back Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya stack Its kinda hard to keep ya cool when theres constant heat on ya back [Hook: Lloyd Banks] New York City thats where I stay Where every day is foul play We got ours so you should have yours Cause it won't be no warnings when its time to go to war New York City thats where I'm from I got my vest I got my gun And you should run If you ain't got one Cause it won't be no warnings when them n***as' fours come [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Yo Banks, let me 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 its grizzly* In a *Portland Trailblazer* if your a** don't hit me You get shot in your *cavs in Cleveland* Start bleedin', and now you wanna b**h and can't ball all season Yo I'm rollin' *phillies up with the 76ers* And got my *heat up in Miami* on the beach with my n***as And them hoes from *Atlanta is hawkin* Cuz they see them *Denver nuggets* on my neck while my a** is walkin' Stash the gun Now I'm in *Phoenix sun* Cuz 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 wratchet cuz thats whats up 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 bullsh*** You know semi automatic I stay with a full clip With them *Houston rockets* Baby nine in my pocket Hypnotic and balm chronic Bang you with the *sonics* I'm that n***a that'll *Los Angeles clip you* Slow your *pace in Indiana* when you countin' them figures Yo I'm out in *New Orleans whoadie duckin' them warrants You get stung by my Mac like a batch of hornets* Time to 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 Strip shorty out her bra you know I get a** 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 n***a [Tony Yayo talking:] Its the playoffs n***a, ya'll n***as ain't think I could rap like that huh? I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Hefner n***a, Its the Talk Of New York Matter fact I'll change my sh** to top of New York n***a Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June Ya'll n***as can't rap ya'll ain't got no money Broke a** n***as Its the real Talk Of New York n***as tryin to bite my name and sh** while I'm gone ha ha Top Of New York n***a I'm changin' my sh**, a.k.a. 12 12's 58 58's n***a I did that just cause the playoffs is right now You buma** n***as Curtis "Interscope" Jackson, n***a He shootin a million, a 60 million Matter fact a hundred million dollar movie right now My man Buck, G Unit South, Buck Marley, Sha Millions n***a Talk Of New York Tony Yayo, Olivia, It don't stop We got video games, movies, liqour deals and ya'll n***as is mad huh? You buma** n***as I hear these buma** n***as rhymin on freestyles Ya'll n***as is f**in trash I just did that to show ya'll n***as how to rap Tony Yayo, blueprint I follow 50's blueprint n***a yeah I'm poppin' sh** n***a Cause my mixtape is better than ya f**in album, p**y, f** And n***as better.. My date is June 27th if you ain't know If you come that month you better push back Cause my sh** is straight crack n***a I might call myself Tony Crack no no Tony Dope Nah Tony Yayo n***a ha ha yeah G Unit, better ask somebody n***a