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American born, American raised, American made [Chorus 2X]My country shitted on me (My country)She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)Cause the things I seen (We know too much)Cause the things I seen (We seen too much) [Verse 1 (Nas)]It was packed on the Ryker’s busThe tight cuffs is holdin’ me shackledThe life of

[Intro (Nas)]Yeah… ay yo Jungle… ay yo Wiz…Come on man… Let’s do thisIt’s a Braveheart party y’allC’mon [Chorus (Mary)]Throw your hands up cuz we wanna danceDon’t be afraid just take a chanceCuz this beat will rock your bodyGet up on the floor and partyNow y’all tell me what y’all wanna doThinkin’ while I have a

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)Pass that shit homey [Intro/Chorus]Now tell me what y’all smokinWhat kinda heat y’ll holdinWell is your creep move potentI got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass ’em to my niggaz c’monWe bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulginWe got the plan in

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slaveBoiling in my veinsIt’s just hot until a nigga can’t take it no moreBlood of a slave, Heart of a KingTurn my voice up Ayo, the brother is "Stillmatic"I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirtThey thought I’ll

Uhh… yeah… uhh… [Verse 1 (Nas)]Blessings in life to the childrenThey say life is like 5 daysWords of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chairHis eyes were bloody while describin’ what lies before meSaid evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy meIt occurred to me, this old nigga’s words couldn’t