Group Home - Oh Sweet America Lyrics
{melachi the nutcracker}Aiyo, new york tracks, keep me phat like thatI exercise with fitness, to support my backIts going on black, and Im out to get minesBust in the place with a new york rhymeYo some people are mindless, and dont know what the time isMess around with the wrong one, and get expiredIm gettin fired, offa the smoke and the bluntsKillin big bids offa a gangsta huntDont front, what do you want? I push a trick with a stuntWe got out of town hits, and like george likes pitsCuz I flex with a polo around my wristNothing changed...{lil dap}Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on catsNow that Im back, puttin brooklyn down on the mapCuz you know this cameras on me, and my sons right nowPimpin our sounds, watch how we tear shit downI cause blow a catastrophe, I master theeThe game of rap, so dont ***** with dap, I dance with my trackYou bust you neen, I bust my nena backRhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contactsTo blow my enemies off the map, if they try to attack...Chorus 2x: lil dapOh sweet america, how could it be?Cant see my people dying in the streets no moreGot to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poorUnderstanding whats right, realizing whats wrong*(second time, the last line gets left out)*{melachi the nutcracker}Yo I salute the mic, when I take flightPlus my styles real hype, and Im feeling allrightSo go with the flow, lets see what all of you knowI flip like g.i. joe, with mad potentialIm about to get mine, you know its about that timeMy people losing their mind, off the group home rhymeMurdering crime, people on the streets playing for keepsBrand new jeeps, riding thru on the creepWho care? I guess that everyone is scarredBetter be preparred, cuz the worst is nearThe group home is here, open your ears and stand clearCrack your bears, weve been doing this for yearsChorus 2x{lil dap}How could it be? cuz if you bust for me, I have to bust for youThese old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at youIm thinking hard and serious and going back to the timeWhen cats were scarred to death to even say that they rhymeCuz it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their dick beatersBlock parties with heaters, no crooked to feed usIts 7 days in a week, 12 months in a yearBut between the nonsense well drop a jewel this yearKeep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we rockPoppin your clutch, and starving mcs to rockAnd walk with fear, keepin my momentum in gearsExcess is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear2000 and beyond, group home are bombing ya, sonMy crew number one, no competionChorus 3x
