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(NoRecs always got the Truth)
Testing, testing, alright
If it aint America First
U can cut out that other shit
(Ayo, NoRecs run'n up the charges!)
Ayy
Bix, I'm from America
Where we still ride or die in Stoodabakers & get recklessly shot in the neck
Pour out sum Pepsi, dead babies, fore' I ever mix my lemonade
I hail from the mountains, central but I come from the B. X.
Where down here, we all got sum kind of strap-strap't & we be squeeze'n
If U ain't from any state, U should know, don't fuck with America (Don't fuck with America)
We always a cunt hair trigger from snap'n, aye yeah we keep our Armaments
Liberty's from the Hades, she showed it to me at a young age, seven
Used to think C. K. was a good Christian fore' Israel sent C. K. to Heaven
I knew the C. I. A. was push'n P fore' any one even said it
Ayy, see, Moe-Moe taught me keep my mind sharp & it's sharp as fuck
Nevver trust a nuka or a bix cuz, it's expected
U can get killed in the country by the county
Or inner city lil nukas, demons & they're everywhere
Out east we ride ATVs with mini Mack tens
Out west there's ranchers with cannons
And in the Midwest were sigh low set
First off, U better remember what that sign says 'fore U come around here in this bitch
Don't mess with America (Merica!)
Cuz U know everybody got guns roun this bix
NoRecs & I'm from America (America)
Its us verses Uncle Sam & Israel & were come'n for Mark Levin
Big shout out to them boys who can't be tamed
Can't forget 'bout all the Mericans who been feeling like
Nuka how the hell U not gonna end the fed, that shit'd be a bless'n
Number one rule in America, stay strap't, ain't no tell'n (I'm tell'n!)
Ayy, always keep Ur fuck'n armament
Try NoRecs or any of my Kin & we got no choice
But to squeeze em, survive the first shots of shit hit'n the fan & I bet U die within the first fort night
These ruff diamonds might just go Johnny Walker on the next ones
Ayy, this is America & Freedom is what we drink-think C. K. had us want'n Cash's face on a plater
U can thank us later, Unc sunk us as deep as the U. S. S. Liberty
This Nation of young'ns just itch'n-trip'n not know'n what to think
Cept' now I'ma have all these feds catch'n strays & street nukas side step'n my wake (Ayy)