Tony Yayo - NYC Is Where I'm From lyrics

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Tony Yayo - NYC Is Where I'm From lyrics

[gun co*ks] [shot] [Intro:] CAN'T FORGET... [blast] ROGER! [Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {Dj Whoo Kid}] How real is... this? (New York City!) [police sirens] [automatic gunshots] Uh! How real is... this? (New York City!) [police sirens] Yeah! [blast] {G-UNIT RADIo} [Lloyd Bank$:] America welcome to the land of the brave! (brave!) America welcome to the land of the slave! (yeah!) Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage (uh-huh!) Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave. (whoooo!) You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh!) The enemies get what they deserve. (yeah!) - The innocents get disgraced! (yeah!) Everything ain't all gravy baby, n***as subject to change (uh-huh!) And it gotta be the paper, cause n***as is actin' strange. (uh-huh!) {LLOYD BANK$!} I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah!) Feelin' dirty (yeah!) from haze (yeah!) as strong (yeah!) as 30 grenades. (yeah!) When it comes (yeah!) to ammunition there's 30 .30s and 'Ks. (yeah!) And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag that's on ya waves, bro [shot] {SHADYVILLE!} [2 gun co*ks] [EMINEM Interlude: Intro in the background x2] Ayo! You're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now; the official... The biggest bootlegger on tha planet! [echoes] Tha biggest... bootlegger on tha planet! [echoes] 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 Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [Intro: Lloyd Ban$] How real is... this? (New York City!) Uh! How real is... this? (New York City!) {G-UNIT RADIO!} Yeah! [gunshot] [Lloyd Bank$:] America welcome to the land of the brave! (yeah!) {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. (whoooo) You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh!) The enemies get what they deserve - the innocents get disgraced [shot] Everything ain't all gravy baby, n***as subject to change (uh-huh!) And it gotta be the paper cause n***as is actin' strange (uh-huh!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Feelin' dirty (yeah!) from haze (yeah!) as strong (yeah!) as 30 grenades (yeah!) When it comes (yeah!) to ammunition there's 30 .30s and 'Ks. (yeah!) And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag that's on ya waves, bro {Whoooo!} [gunshot] America welcome to the land where they k**! (uh-huh!) [gunshot] America welcome to the land where they steal! (yeah!) {DAMN!} Where n***as'll call ya bluff 'till you let 'em know sh** is real And material sh**! - I'll make b**hes head over heels, Where - drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch (uh!) Where they [shot] 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 (uh-huh!) Where the girls lose their virginity in elementary school. (OH!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains (wha'?) Over stepped on sneakers, n***a what set you claim (k'eah!) Where n***as are +Ghetto+, Fabolous pullin' them nice whips {JAMES CRUZ!} Where cops'll f** you up with flashlights and night sticks, whoa! America welcome to the land {HAHA!} 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 reaarange you. [gunshot] {NON STOP!} Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance too (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 cars gone. (poo! poo! poo!) Where n***as that you grew up with are speedin' and smokin' Crack [sniffle] Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and there's no way to get 'em back. (uh-huh!) Where the hoodrats'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! [Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ Tony Yayo)] New York City! [echo] - That's where I stay. [echo] Where every day [echo] - is foul play. [echo] {BERRY WILLIAMS!} (YEAH!) We got ours [echo] - so you should have yours [echo] (UH-HUH!) Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war! [echo] (WHAT? !) New York City! [echo] - That's where I'm from. [echo] (UH-HUH!) {TONY YAYO!} I got my vest! [echo] - I got my gun! [echo] [gunshot] And you should run! [echo] {G-UNIT RADIO!} If you ain't got wrong! [echo] (YEAH!) {PART 11!} Cause it won't be no warnings when the wolves are comes! [echo] (Yo Bank$, lem- lemme shine!) [Tony Yayo:] I got "Timberwolves in Minnesota" And got them "New York Knicks" up in that baking soda! Homie! - I cross over {Whoooo!} with Rugers in "Vancouver when it's Grizzly" [2 gun co*ks] In a "Portland Trailblazer"! - If your a** don't hit me. You get shot [shot] {DAMN!} in your "Cavs in Cleveland", start bleedin'! And now you wanna b**h and can't ball all season. Yo, I'm rollin' {COME ON!} "Phillies up - with the 76ers" And got my "Heat Up In Miami" on the beach with my n***as. And them hoes {Whoooo!} from "Atlanta is Hawkin'"! Cause they see them "Denver Nuggets" on my neck - while my a** is walkin'. Stash the gun! [gun co*ks] {DAMN!} - Now I'm in - "Phoenix Sun"! 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 wratchet cause that's what's up! [shot] {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-sh**" You know - semi-automatic [automatic gunshots] I stay with a full clip [automatic gunshots] With them "Houston Rockets"! {Whooooo!} - Baby, .9 in my pocket! Hypnotic and balm Chronic! - Bang you with the "Sonics"! {SHADYVILLE!} I'm that n***a! - That'll "Los Angeles clip you" Slow your [shot] "Pace in Indiana" when you countin' them figures. {Whooooo!} Yo, I'm out in "New Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants" You get stung by my Mack like a "batch of Hornets". Time is splurge! [gunshot] - Like the "San Antonio Spurs". I got rings like a "Laker" bubble "Celtic Birds"! {HAHA!} Disappear like "Magic Dallas, Mavericks" in the Gat! And I'll "Detroit piss on" you - while you lyin' on your back. {Whooooooooooooooooooooo} Strip shorty out her bra! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} - 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! - ni**a! [Outro: Tony Yayo] YEAH! It's the play-offs n***a! Hahahaha! {YA MEAN?} Y'all n***as ain't think I could rap like that, huh? I got Lloyd Bank$ with me... Blue Heffner, n***a! It's 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! {Whooooooooo!} Y'all n***as can't rap! Y'ALL AIN'T GOT NO MONEY! Broke a** n***as! {HAHA!} It's the real... Top Of New York! n***as tryna bite my name and sh** while I'm gone. Haha! Top Of New York n***a I'm changin' my sh**! A.K.A. 12 .12s, 58 .58s n***a! Ha-hhhh! I did that just cause the play-offs is right now! You bum-a** n***as! [? ] Curtis "Interscope" Jackson, n***a! He shootin' a million... a 60 million! Matter of fact 100 million dolla 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! LIQUOR DEALS! And y'all n***as is mad... HUH? ! {HAHA!} You bum-a** n***as! I hear these bum-a** n***as rhymin' on freestyles, y'all n***as is f**in' trash! I just did that to show y'all n***as how to rap! Tony Yayo, blueprint follow! I follow 50's blueprint n***a. Yeah, I'm poppin' sh** n***a... CAUSE MY MIXTAPE IS BETTER THAN YA fu*kIN' ALBUM!... PUSSY!... fu*k! And n***as better... And 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! Hahahahaha! Yeah. G-UNIT! Better ask somebody n***a! [gunshot] [beat stops]

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