M.o.p. - Home Sweet Home Lyrics
[lil fame]Yo, home skilletGet back fore I push your shit backYo, were here to put it down with the lord (Im wit dat!!)Blaze him (yo, yo)Blaze him wit a 4 (4)Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the streetCuz ya dont knowBrooklyn military killin every mother*****er in sight get hardW-w-w dot i-will-*****-you-up dot com (strap bombs)Explode, watch me switch modesGrab a clutch pop a gear, now Im in flipmodeNiggaz gash on 99 octane fuelYou deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz yous a muleWe keep on duckin from the firing squadFirst you thought you was hard now you calling a guardLike im, oh my lord...have mercyPlease talk to little fame cuz hes fixing to merk meI roll through your hood like its my hoodAnd wont have a second thought about if I couldNigga (home sweet home)It aint nothing sweet down hereGuns pop for niggas to eat down here(brooklyn)[chorus]2xHome sweet homeClack clack salute salute Im never alone!!Brooklyn - send em back home!Brooklyn - send em back home where you at?[lord have mercy]Never bring b (b)R (r)Double o k (k)L y into itBring size into itSneak 9s into itTheives rise into itSeek crime, blow through itSee shines, go to itStreet nameTweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusiveYou dont know me, and never willIts cold streets, dont approach me, we never buildNigga, home of the pick pocketsFour fifth polish, lift walletsNotorious like chris wallace(brooklyn!!)We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad blockCoppers crash spots with pad locks get backed upHandcuffed, chasing grands in tha wastelands (niggaaaaa)These boys in tha hood, we poison your hoodDowntown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (cmon)[chorus]2x[billy danze]Now everybody rise to the occasionDuck when Im aiming (first family!)Yeah, its so amazingThe hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised inIt aint nann nigga fadin shitI come equippedI put my life on the line for mine everytime*****, come and march with these brooklyn soldiersYoull talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobrasHollered at (bum bum)Fired at (gun noises)Fire back every time with my cousinDoin the unthinkable, the unthinkable danze, still cominGunning, youll see the hilltops styling meI studied brownsville criminology (yes!)If you know a nigga as well as meYou better bring a mother*****in calvaryBlesssss[chorus]2x
