(feat. Lloyd Banks)



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City

America welcome to the land of the brave

America welcome to the land of the slave

Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage

Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave

You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways

The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced

Everything ain't all gravy baby niggas subject to change

And it gotta be the paper cause niggas is actin strange

I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage

Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades

When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays

And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves yo



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[Verse: Lloyd Banks]

How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City

America welcome to the land of the brave

America welcome to the land of the slave

Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage

Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave

You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways

The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced

Everything ain't all gravy baby niggas subject to change

And it gotta be the paper cause niggas is actin strange

I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage

Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades

When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays

And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves bro

America welcome to the land where they kill

America welcome to the land where they steal

Where niggas'll call ya bluff 'till you let 'em know shit is real

And material shit'll make bitches head over heels

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 lose they virginity in elementary school

Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains

Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim

Where niggas are ghetto fabulous pullin them nice whips

Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks whoa

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 without sin don't be a angel

In a regular day just chillin a bullet can reaarange you

Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance too

The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you

I'm from South Side Jamaica where convicts and stars are born

Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new cars gone

Where niggas that you grew up with are speedin and smokin crack

Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and theres no way to get 'em back

Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya stack

Its kinda hard to keep ya cool when theres constant heat on ya back



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

New York City thats where I stay

Where every day is foul play

We got ours so you should have yours

Cause it won't be no warnings when its time to go to war

New York City thats where I'm from

I got my vest I got my gun

And you should run

If you ain't got one

Cause it won't be no warnings when them niggas' fours come



[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

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*

In a *Portland Trailblazer* if your ass don't hit me

You get shot in your *cavs in Cleveland*

Start bleedin', and now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season

Yo I'm rollin' *phillies up with the 76ers*

And got my *heat up in Miami* on the beach with my niggas

And them hos from *Atlanta is hawkin*

Cuz they see them *Denver nuggets* on my neck while my ass is walkin'

Stash the gun

Now I'm in *Phoenix sun*

Cuz 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 cuz thats whats up

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 bullshit*

You know semi automatic I stay with a full clip

With them *Houston rockets*

Baby nine in my pocket

Hypnotic and balm chronic

Bang you with the *sonics*

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 to splurge like the *San Antonio Spurs*

I got rings like a *Laker* bubble *celtic birds*

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



[Tony Yayo talking:]

Its the playoffs nigga, ya'll niggas ain't think I could rap like that huh?

I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Hefner nigga, Its the Talk Of New York,

Matter fact I'll change my shit to top of New York nigga,

Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June

Ya'll niggas can't rap ya'll ain't got no money

Broke ass niggas

Its the real Talk Of New York

Niggas tryin to bite my name and shit while I'm gone ha ha

Top Of New York nigga I'm changin' my shit, a.k.a. 12 12's 58 58's nigga

I did that just cause the playoffs is right now

You bumass niggas

Curtis "Interscope" Jackson, nigga

He shootin a million, a 60 million,

Matter fact a hundred million dollar 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, liqour deals and ya'll niggas is mad huh?

You bumass niggas

I hear these bumass niggas rhymin on freestyles

Ya'll niggas is fuckin trash

I just did that to show ya'll niggas how to rap

Tony Yayo, blueprint I follow 50's blueprint nigga yeah

I'm poppin' shit nigga 

Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin album, pussy, fuck

And niggas better.. 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 ha ha yeah

G Unit, better ask somebody nigga