Where I'm From Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

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 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 f**k 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 

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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 niggas, wars come 

Tony Yayo: 

A yo Banks, let me shine 

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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