Lloyd Banks - Where I'm From lyrics

Llyod Banks: America welcome to the land of the brave America welcome to the land of the slaves where to do anything for money the consequences is the cage follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their grave you can either live to regret or benefit from your ways the enemies get what they deserve the innocent get the strays everything aint all gravy baby n***as are subject to change and it gotta be the paper cause n***as is acting strange I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage Urine dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades when it comes to ammunition its thirty thirties and K's and them treys hold me down like that du-rag that's on your waves America welcome to the land where they k** America welcome to the land where they steal where n***as will call your bluff till you let them know sh** is real where material sh** will make b**hes head over heals 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 loose there virginity in elementary school where the ambulances are late club floors get left with stains over step on sneakers and "n***a what set you claim" where n***as are ghetto fabulous billings and nice whips where cops will f** you up with flash lights and night sticks 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 with out sin or be an angel and a regular day of just chillen a bullet can rearrange you where n***as will back stab you the first time they get the chance to the envious ways of a coward will do nothing but amp you I'm from South Side Jamaica where comics and stars are born where you can wake up in the morning and your brand new car is gone where n***as that you grew up with is speeding and smoking crack play Russian roulette with their dreams and there is no way to get them back where the hood rats will surround you, the constant trade on the stack its kind of hard to keep your cool when there is constant hate on your back Llyod Banks: (Chorus) New York City that's where I stay where everyday is foul play we got ours so you should have yours cause it'll be no warnings when its time to go to war New York City that's where I'm from I got my vest, I got my gun And you should run if you aint got one cause it'll be no warnings for them n***as, wars come Tony Yayo: A yo Banks, let me shine