Fury - Red Nation Remix (My Nation) lyrics

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Fury - Red Nation Remix (My Nation) lyrics

My Nation (Explicit) (Verse 1) Throw your Motherf**ing New York Caps In The Sky You Know How High We Fly You In Or Out I'm Hotter Than The Sun Kept My Mouth Loaded Just Like A Gun Spit Wetter Than April When I'm Capable Of Being The Best MC Posing Skits No Drama Kick Dirt Into Their Eyes Behind These Eyes You See No Lies I'm Evil I Try Bless My Dad Who Died Now I'm Hotter Than Ever Colder In The Weather Smoking In The Winter New School, I Live It Made The NY More Famous Than A Yankees Fitted I pay my city Homage Half These People Portray A Fake Image I'm Hard But I Got A Line Of Scrimmage Time In n***a Do Or Die Only Accept Real People On My Side I'm Never Falling Off The Only Breaks I Take To Pause No-one Knows Who I am Or Why I'm Here But It's My World Here To Put You b**hes In Fear Throw Into The Top Tier Life Isn't Fair Dear Blood In My Eyes But No Tears I snap On People Who Think They Know Me When I get On The Mic I'm Not A Ordinary MC Before I Go For Rating I stick My Middle Fingers In The Sky It's My Nation!!! (Chorus) Now Grow The f** Up Everyday's A Fight Motherf**er Tough Luck And We Gonna f** The World Till That b**h Blows Up I can't Tell Ya What's Good Or Whats Bad But I'm Sure You Be f**ing Thankful For What You Have Looking In The Mirror Disappointment Nowhere To Be Found I'm A Dog Call Me A Bloodhound Cause I'm After Motherf**ing Clowns Call Me A God As I Turn The Lights Down Throw Drinks In The Air Leave Asses On The Ground (Verse 2) I wouldn't Trade My Soul To Be Drake Or J. Cole But Still Share Respect For The Motto And Cry For The Lost Ones But I keep It Strapped With Verbally Destructive Puns And Lyrical Tommy Guns Pull One Out Get Two Talking About My Fingers f** You My Rap Sound Good? Question To n***as Who Think You Gotta Be From The Hood To Be This Good When You're Rhyming Sexually Addictive, Tiger Woods Blood On My Hands No Coulds Don't Fight Soft n***as No Wood Boogie Down Bronx New York Home Of Gun Hill Basketball Courts Street Football Sport Burning Up In The Winter Fever In The Middle Of December Wheels Blowing Smoke In November Another Words I'm Worrying About Winter In The Fall Hold Up b**h Got A Another Call Bout To Spread Heat When Miami Ball But In New York I Ball harder than Kareem Going Hotter than The Steam In The Blood Of My Veins Puerto Rican Lane Fake n***as Lose Interest Of The Brain It Targets Them Than Considers It Self Insane Not Worth Spilling Blood Again (Chorus) Now Grow The f** Up Everyday's A Fight Motherf**er Tough Luck And We Gonna f** The World Till That b**h Blows Up I can't Tell Ya What's Good Or Whats Bad But I'm Sure You Be f**ing Thankful For What You Have Looking In The Mirror Disappointment Nowhere To Be Found I'm A Dog Call Me A Bloodhound Cause I'm After Motherf**ing Clowns Call Me A God As I Turn The Lights Down Throw Drinks In The Air Leave Asses On The Ground

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