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
gigantic Run, panic, run frantic Run for your life, run your ice, run your watch Run in spots and rock shit, apocalpyse No stoppin this, fuck poppin Cris
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 daddy
that you're Biggie's second cousins brother. But I don't care cause all I wanna makes an album cover. That promise land that you be tryna land is undiscovered
time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown So I know we'll be alright [Nas] Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth is holdin
land has arrived I got with four hundred lashes and still survived To this very day, the grafted never let up So I got a million brothers, and we all
your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got I'm gonna get my nine and your shit is mine You hella bold if you reach for your gat Cuz I'm
your face in the ghetto Cause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoe Don't be actin down now Your days are numbered like a calendar Cause we gonna blow your
doubt), four times All my real live soldiers throw your hands up All my real live women throw your hands up All my real strong bustas throw your hands
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
