(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 ^!$$%s subject to change
And it gotta be the paper cause ^!$$%s 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:]

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The official, the biggest bootlegger on the planet, the biggest bootlegger
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It will be sold in China Town at your local bodega
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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 ^!$$%s subject to change
And it gotta be the paper cause ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s'll call ya bluff 'till you let 'em know %#@! is real

And material %#@!'ll make (*##$es head over heels
Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
Where they shoot at cops, and most little ^!$$%s 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, ^!$$% what set you claim
Where ^!$$%s are ghetto fabulous pullin them nice whips
Where cops'll $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s' 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 $$# don't hit me
You get shot in your *cavs in Cleveland*
Start bleedin', and now you wanna (*##$ and can't ball all season
Yo I'm rollin' *phillies up with the 76ers*
And got my *heat up in Miami* on the beach with my ^!$$%s

And them hos from *Atlanta is hawkin*
Cuz they see them *Denver nuggets* on my neck while my $$# 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 bull%#@!*
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 ^!$$% 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 $$#
Cause the kid big ballin' like the *Utah Jazz*
*Toronto Raptors* style Yay is a vet
I move like a *Net*
So cut that check ^!$$%


[Tony Yayo talking:]
Its the playoffs ^!$$%, ya'll ^!$$%s ain't think I could rap like that huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Hefner ^!$$%, Its the Talk Of New York,
Matter fact I'll change my %#@! to top of New York ^!$$%,
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June
Ya'll ^!$$%s can't rap ya'll ain't got no money
Broke $$# ^!$$%s

Its the real Talk Of New York
^!$$%s tryin to bite my name and %#@! while I'm gone ha ha
Top Of New York ^!$$% I'm changin' my %#@!, a.k.a. 12 12's 58 58's ^!$$%
I did that just cause the playoffs is right now
You bumass ^!$$%s
Curtis "Interscope" Jackson, ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%
Talk Of New York Tony Yayo, Olivia, It don't stop
We got video games, movies, liqour deals and ya'll ^!$$%s is mad huh?
You bumass ^!$$%s
I hear these bumass ^!$$%s rhymin on freestyles
Ya'll ^!$$%s is $#&@in trash

I just did that to show ya'll ^!$$%s how to rap
Tony Yayo, blueprint I follow 50's blueprint ^!$$% yeah
I'm poppin' %#@! ^!$$%
Cause my mixtape is better than ya $#&@in album, #~!!@, $#&@
And ^!$$%s better.. My date is June 27th if you ain't know
If you come that month you better push back
Cause my %#@! is straight crack ^!$$%
I might call myself Tony Crack no no Tony Dope
Nah Tony Yayo ^!$$% ha ha yeah
G Unit, better ask somebody ^!$$%