[Intro: Kumasi from "Crips and Bloods: Made in America" sample]
One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up, there would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America"
Ok, not no place else
They weren't made in Taiwan or you know, Indonesia
They were made in America
[Interlude: N.O.R.E. + sample]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Late night fistfights, with bare knuckles
Nowadays, niggas probably wouldn't dare scuffle
It's big guns aimed at your nozzle, big Roscoe
Donnie Brasco wish death to they vato
Cigarette smoking, on the crater for the corner store
Same place as the ambulance and corridor
Growing up seeing dead bodies in the lobby
I used to hate the smell of it, then I got used to it
Just for the hell of it, young man, intelligent
I always know that the police was the enemy
And every dead president I make will be a friend of me
Bitches ain't shit, cuz most of them is evil
And most of them hoes start more wars than we do
Circle, cycle, three sixty trifling
When a baby is born somebody else life end
From the birth canal to the hearse, we enlighten
One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up, there would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America"
Ok, not no place else
They weren't made in Taiwan or you know, Indonesia
They were made in America
[Interlude: N.O.R.E. + sample]
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
And when we grow, we grow as one
"I've sworn an oath"
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Late night fistfights, with bare knuckles
Nowadays, niggas probably wouldn't dare scuffle
It's big guns aimed at your nozzle, big Roscoe
Donnie Brasco wish death to they vato
Cigarette smoking, on the crater for the corner store
Same place as the ambulance and corridor
Growing up seeing dead bodies in the lobby
I used to hate the smell of it, then I got used to it
Just for the hell of it, young man, intelligent
I always know that the police was the enemy
And every dead president I make will be a friend of me
Bitches ain't shit, cuz most of them is evil
And most of them hoes start more wars than we do
Circle, cycle, three sixty trifling
When a baby is born somebody else life end
From the birth canal to the hearse, we enlighten
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