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Song title: M.o.p. - Home Sweet Home

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[lil fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back fore I push your shit back
Yo, 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 street
Cuz ya dont 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 Im in flipmode
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz yous a mule
We keep on duckin from the firing squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like im, oh my lord...have mercy
Please talk to little fame cuz hes fixing to merk me
I roll through your hood like its my hood
And wont have a second thought about if I could
Nigga (home sweet home)
It aint nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
(brooklyn)

[chorus]2x
Home sweet home
Clack 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 it
Bring size into it
Sneak 9s into it
Theives rise into it
Seek crime, blow through it
See shines, go to it
Street name
Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)
Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive
You dont know me, and never will
Its cold streets, dont approach me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift wallets
Notorious like chris wallace
(brooklyn!!)
We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block
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 (cmon)

[chorus]2x

[billy danze]
Now everybody rise to the occasion
Duck when Im aiming (first family!)
Yeah, its so amazing
The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in
It aint 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
Youll 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, youll 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