lloyd banks
where i'm from
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 niggas are subject to change and it gotta be the paper cause niggas 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 kill America welcome to the land where they steal where niggas will call your bluff till you let them know shit is real where material shit will make bitches head over heals where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch 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 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 "nigga what set you claim" where niggas are ghetto fabulous billings and nice whips where cops will fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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 niggas, wars come  A 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 And I'll Portland Trail blaze ya if ya ass don't hit me You'll get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland and start bleeding And now you're on the bench and can't ball all season Yo I'm rolling Phillies up with the 76's and got my Heat in Miami on the beach with my niggas And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walking Stash the burner, Now I'm in Phoenix Sun Cause I'm a Golden State Warrior that stay on the run I'm in the truck counting up Milwaukee Bucks And I, stay with the ratchet cause that's what's up I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's So I'm living like a King in Sacramento When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bullshit You know semi automatics I stay with a full clip For them Houston Rockets baby nine in my pocket Hypnotic and bomb chronic lounging with the Sonics I'm that nigga that will Los Angeles Clip ya slow your Pace in Indiana while you counting them figures You I'm out in New Orleans "wodie" ducking them warrants You'll get stung by my mac like a batch of Hornets Times up like the San Antonio Spurs I got rings like a Laker but move Celtic birds Disappear like Magic- Dallas Mavericks with the gat I'll Detroit piss on you while your lying on your back Strip shorty out her bra you know I get ass Cause the kid big ballin' like the Utah Jazz Toronto Raptor style Ya is a vet I move like a Net so Cut that check