America Lyrics - Trick Daddy feat. Society

Society Book of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47 cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000-2-15
length: 4:24
performer: Society
'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all

I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You want to
Trust 'em
And a better life (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
He'll feel with you
Goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be livin' for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And close watch your friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil' better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubborn
And you be
Startin' ****
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (you need to)
Fill our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone

This game wasn't told to me (told to me)
It was sold to me (sold to me)
And we are never free (no!)
No way
Not in America (not America)
Not America (not in America uh-uh)
Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee)
Land of Liberty (liberty)
But that'll never be (never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh not in this America)
Not in America (no)

You only got 2 bucks and give less than a ****, then you a *****
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck, you a *****
World champions and you M.V.P, you a *****
4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a *****
You use your platinum for ID's, then you's a *****
If your skin is brown just like me, then you a *****
Got a promotion and a FAT *** raise, you still a *****
You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves, you a *****
No matter how much your *** get paid, you still a *****
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop, cause you a *****
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now, who invented *****z in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who gettin' 10, 20, life on they first case?
My *****z


I'm doin' this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don't eat meat
Do it for all the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked *** preachin' man
When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lyin' on a million men
And all my brothers, sisters, them daddy's, and them doin' time in the Penn


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CD 1
  • 1 Intro (Marvin Dixon)
  • 2 Boy
  • 3 Sittin' on D's
  • 4 Get On Up
  • 5 America
  • 6 Shut Up
  • 7 Thug for Life
  • 8 Hoe (skit)
  • 9 Walkin' Like a Hoe
  • 10 Tryin to Stop Smokin
  • 11 Bout My Money
  • 12 Could It Be
  • 13 Thug Life Again
  • 14 Kill Your Ass
  • 15 Gotta Let You Have It
  • 16 Hoe but Can't Help It
  • 17 Outro (Marvin Dixon)