NYC Where I'm From

Can't forget Roger DJ Whoo Kid How real is this? (New York City) Uh, how real is this? (New York City) Yeah, G-Unit radio 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) The innocents get disgraced (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 (yeah) from haze (yeah) as strong (yeah) as thirty grenades (yeah) When it comes (yeah) to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's (yeah) 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 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 Whoo Kid! How real is this? (New York City) Uh, how real is this? (New York City) Yeah, G-Unit radio 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 (woo) You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh) The enemies get what they deserve, the innocents get disgraced 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, Whoo) I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah, Kid) Feelin' dirty (yeah) from haze (yeah) as strong (yeah) as thirty grenades (yeah) When it comes (yeah) to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's (yeah) 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 (uh) 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 (wha') Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim (k'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 (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 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 '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 And you should run (G-Unit radio) If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven) 'Cause it won't be no warnings when the wolves are comes (Yo Banks, lem- lemme shine!) I got Timberwolves in Minnesota And got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda Homie, I cross over (woo) with Rugers in Vancouver when it's Grizzly In a Portland Trailblazer if your ass don't hit me. You get shot (damn) in your Cavs in Cleveland, start bleedin' And now you wanna bitch 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 niggas And them hoes (woo) from Atlanta is Hawkin'! 'Cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walkin' Stash the gun (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 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 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 (haha) 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 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 Hahahaha (ya 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 o' fact, I'll change my shit to "Top Of New York" nigga! Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June! Y'all niggas can't rap! Y'all ain't got no money Broke ass niggas! (haha) It's the real Top Of New York! Niggas tryna bite my name and shit while I'm gone Haha! 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! 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? (haha) 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 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! Hahahahaha! Yeah G-Unit! Better ask somebody nigga!