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Anastacia - My Country Feat Millinium Thug
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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 bus
The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)]
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I'm a mad man, this is a real life 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 + Millenium Thug)]
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
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 could just escape
How is the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Holdin' machine guns
Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel

[Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]
There's not a bitch in sight
All block bench, all block gates
All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
What a bloody mess, a slug 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 slug went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' 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 feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say

[Repeat Chorus]

[Nas talking
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<b>Anastacia - My Country Feat Millinium Thug</b><br><marquee direction="up" scrollamount="2" width="300"> American born, American raised, American made<br /> <br /> [Chorus: (2x)]<br /> My country shitted on me (My country)<br /> She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)<br /> Cause the things I seen (We know too much)<br /> Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)<br /> <br /> [Verse 1 (Nas)]<br /> It was packed on the Ryker's bus<br /> The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled<br /> The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap<br /> On the streets I was invincible<br /> Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew<br /> What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa<br /> Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me<br /> All in front of my friends<br /> In the street smile with no teeth<br /> I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy<br /> Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3<br /> Why didn't my folks just die in this society<br /> Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me<br /> Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat<br /> Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me<br /> I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father<br /> Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers<br /> Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high<br /> It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry<br /> <br /> [Repeat Chorus]<br /> <br /> [Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)]<br /> It is I that step up<br /> Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier<br /> Hummers and Range's through the desert<br /> Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water<br /> Troopers lookin' for manslaughter<br /> I gotta get back, for what they owe<br /> Shoot'em in the back for the get back<br /> Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag<br /> Forget the life had, now we all rebels<br /> Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto<br /> We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble<br /> And debris from the earth as we knew crumble<br /> Yo you could see the sea<br /> And the stars look closer to me<br /> I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max<br /> S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap<br /> My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back<br /> But yo<br /> <br /> [Repeat Chorus]<br /> <br /> [Verse 3 (Nas + Millenium Thug)]<br /> Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls<br /> I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God<br /> Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape<br /> Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape<br /> How is the war<br /> And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes<br /> Holdin' machine guns<br /> Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on<br /> Anywhere is better than this<br /> It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit<br /> Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares<br /> I know the warden is readin' the scribe<br /> [MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business<br /> Courts, lawyers and jails<br /> We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel<br /> <br /> [Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]<br /> There's not a bitch in sight<br /> All block bench, all block gates<br /> All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President<br /> I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent<br /> Now it's state of the art<br /> I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart<br /> What a bloody mess, a slug fest<br /> I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'<br /> You know I'm spittin' mine<br /> I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win<br /> Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in<br /> I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head<br /> Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back<br /> Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass<br /> I don't know what they broadcast, the news hash is fake<br /> Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape<br /> And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say<br /> <br /> [Repeat Chorus]<br /> <br /> [Nas talking </marquee><br>Lyrics provided by <a href="http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics"><u>http://www.musiclyricsatoz.com/lyrics</u></a>

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Anastacia - My Country Feat Millinium Thug
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 holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
Two little brothers, two sisters, them shortiez gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2 (Millenium Thug)]
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I'm a mad man, this is a real life 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 + Millenium Thug)]
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
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 could just escape
How is the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Holdin' machine guns
Clean fun shootin' ducks with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel

[Verse 4 (Millenium Thug)]
There's not a bitch in sight
All block bench, all block gates
All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
What a bloody mess, a slug 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 slug went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' 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 feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say

[Repeat Chorus]

[Nas talking
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