Представляем точный текст композиции "Nyc, Where Im From" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tony Yayo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Nyc, Where Im From» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tony Yayo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tony Yayo - "Nyc, Where Im From"
Lyrics to Nyc, Where Im From : (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 aint 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 [Eminem Talking:] Aiyo, youre 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 doesnt matter, he is DJ Whoooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid [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 aint 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 niggasll call ya bluff till you let em know shit is real And material shitll 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 dont 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 copsll 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 doesnt pay to live without sin dont be a angel In a regular day just chillin a bullet can reaarange you Where catsll stab you the first time they get the chance too The envious ways of a coward wont do nothing but amp you Im 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 ratsll 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 wont be no warnings when its time to go to war New York City thats where Im from I got my vest I got my gun And you should run If you aint got one Cause it wont 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 dont hit me You get shot in your *cavs in Cleveland* Start bleedin, and now you wanna bitch and cant ball all season Yo Im 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 Im in *Phoenix sun* Cuz Im a *Golden State warrior* that stay on the run Im 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 os So Im livin like a *king in Sacramento* When Im out in *Chicago Im 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* Im that nigga thatll *Los Angeles clip you* Slow your *pace in Indiana* when you countin them figures Yo Im 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 Ill *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, yall niggas aint think I could rap like that huh' I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Hefner nigga, Its the Talk Of New York, Matter fact Ill change my shit to top of New York nigga, Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June Yall niggas cant rap yall aint got no money Broke ass niggas Its the real Talk Of New York Niggas tryin to bite my name and shit while Im gone ha ha Top Of New York nigga Im changin my shit, a.k.a. 12 12s 58 58s 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 dont stop We got video games, movies, liqour deals and yall niggas is mad huh' You bumass niggas I hear these bumass niggas rhymin on freestyles Yall niggas is fuckin trash I just did that to show yall niggas how to rap Tony Yayo, blueprint I follow 50s blueprint nigga yeah Im poppin shit nigga Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin album, pussy, fuck And niggas better.. My date is June 27th if you aint 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 [ Nyc, Where Im From Lyrics ]
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