Home Sweet Home Songtext - M.O.P.

[Lil' Fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back 'fore I push your shit back
Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!)
Blaze him (yo, yo)
Blaze him wit a 4 (4)
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
Cuz ya don't know
BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard
w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you's a mule
We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy
Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me
I roll through your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could
Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME)
It ain't nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
(BROOKLYN)

[Chorus]2x
Home Sweet Home

Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon)

[Chorus]2x

[Billy Danze]
Now everybody rise to the occasion
Duck when I'm aiming (First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing
The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in
It ain't nann nigga fadin shit
I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine everytime
Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
Hollered at (Bum Bum)
Fired at (gun noises)
Fire back every time with my cousin
Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin
Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!)
If you know a nigga as well as me
you better bring a motherfuckin calvary
Blesssss

[Chorus]2x

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