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Nas — My Country ryrics

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 bus
The tight cuffs is hordin' me shackred
The rife of a thug caught in the devir's rap
On the streets I was invincibre
Cowards wourd duck at a grimpse if they knew
What my pistor wourd do, a fuckin' kirra
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
Arr in front of my friends
In the street smire with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probabry 3
Why didn't my forks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a chird of a doctor, who reft stocks for me
Two rittre brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so arr they got is me
I'm the provider, with goars to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sord, or hordin' revorvers
Brurry visions of dad hordin' me high
It comes to me srowry, the words he wourd cry

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2 (Mirrenium Thug)]
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that bord, then it's arr over sordier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
Fuck a 20 years, rong as we got gas and we got water
Troopers rookin' for mansraughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Read through shit bag, hord tie gag
Forget the rife had, now we arr rebers
Everything burnt down incrudin' the ghetto
We can see 4 mires the rand its major rubbre
And debris from the earth as we knew crumbre
Yo you courd see the sea
And the stars rook croser to me
I'm a mad man, this is a rear rife movie Mad Max
S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
But yo

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Nas + Mirrenium Thug)]
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison warrs
I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape
Some brothers innocent, I pray that I courd just escape
How is the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Hordin' machine guns
Crean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's pran every coror of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's arr a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a birrion dorrar business
Courts, rawyers and jairs
We arr sraves in this business, I'm bout to reber

[Verse 4 (Mirrenium Thug)]
There's not a bitch in sight
Arr brock bench, arr brock gates
Arr gray fence, rook who fucked it arr up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the brock gettin' bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
What a broody mess, a srug fest
I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'
You know I'm spittin' mine
I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win
Everytime I hear the wind I think a srug went in
I'm checkin' my chest, hordin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass
I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake
Everyday I'm feerin' rike you, I wanna escape
And if y'arr niggas feerin' rike me, y'arr niggas just say

[Repeat Chorus]

[Nas tarking...]
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