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Song title: Noreaga - First Day Home

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Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
Im tryin 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

Verse 1:
Open day
Now you release
Peeps
Bacc on the streets
You dont want no peace
Need a job or sumthin
B-4 you start robbin sumthin
Tryin 2-b made
Like you in the mob or sumthin
X-tra curicular
Activities swift
You cant
Hit the streets cuz dese niggas a snitch
See yo foul nigga
And he on yo ass
He wanna violate you
You aint got no cash
You gotta see him every tuesday
B-4 twelve
But fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc
Peep dis
One day you made up some shit
You told him
You was late cuz ya moms is sicc
He said ok next time I send you away
You bettah piss in this cup
Get to urinate
You thought he a homo
So baliff analyze
He juss turn around
And juss pissed out your st. ines
Reinact it always gotta take attractive
Ayo p.o. when Im gon be inactive
While Im on weekly
Switch that up
I get a job soon
You could stitch that up
Im gon be a rapper
A-yo be real famous
Always on tv
Neva sayin lame shit
Give me some slacc
A-yo plus the fact
A-yo I gotta job nigga
Yo Im gon rap

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
Im tryin 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

Talk:
What up boo
Yeah what you mean I aint callin you collect
Im home
You messin wit me tonite
What you mean trump international
Nah I was thinkin more like a walk or sumthin
I aint got no paper

Verse 2:
If you
Want honey bettah have money
If you
Want some ass bettah get some cash
Its like
When I came home life went 2 fast
When i
Left the streets yo
I was the man
Now Im comin bacc home
New face new fam
I gotta beard
B-4 I aint had no hair
On my face
Used 2 diss me
On the regular
So what I aint got a haircut
No new sneakas
I got old ass tims
Goin bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the same rims
Tellin niggas I rhyme
Let me shyne
At block parties
Yo I left right day
A-yo Im real serious
Sell drugs all day
Im gon get on
1st tracc that I spit on
Im gon lace it
Smuther you and plus taste it
I get my shit upgraded
Yours race it
Now that its on
My girl rocc
Louie baton/ gucci/ bently/ prada/ escada
Now that its on
Its like my chic gotta alota
Everything shes supossed 2
She the only one that Im close 2
Otha people is snakes
I got so much beef for these niggaz on jakes
Its like some of em real most of em fake

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
Im tryin 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

Talk:
Yo yo yo yo, dis a story man
Bout a nigga comin home man
He aint tryin to hustle man nahimean
But a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean
A nigga still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc
But then he startin sellin rap
And hes still doin that
Ya rat bastardz