your diamond deserts And all around me a voice kept saying Oh, this land belongs to you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land From California
Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this
you're Biggie's second cousin's brother But I don't care cause all I wanna makes' an album cover The promise land that you be tryna land is undiscovered
Come fuck with me, now, now, now. Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is
havin? that shit) You could hold this blaow (Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin? that shit) You could hold this blaow (And niggaz is, nig? and niggaz is
own and, When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga, Everybody
ain?t know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my crib to see seventy four Kick rhymes over
the land of locs and hundred spokes In the East, we can be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four
love 'em Hold me down Lets go, one more round You ready This is the big one One more round Got your back Through the thick and thin We came up still brothers
just move the crowd So, uh riddle me this Riddle me this like this Melodical prodigal flows, hypnotical blows to brain pieces, Telekenisis When I reach this
believe is the reason you breathe? Blessed be the poor, playin' their numbers inside the liquor store Next door apartment to me, is only coke wars Caught four
doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got
fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilos is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land
get hard From fucking with them pipes; and hustlers: A KILO IS A THOUSAND GRAMS You know your ammo better be heavy Cuz soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land
the path of the righteous chosen Word is born as the wack stay frozen Locked in time, mindset is Babylon P's the martyr while MC's babble on Letter sixteen is
my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That
gallons of clout To spill out, to shake-up, break up, now blow up Has entered the minds in washington d.c., tell me Is this the land of the free, and