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Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't it
'cause fuckin' wit the Pap'll get arms folded
So now it's sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the down, but couldn't hold it
'cause fuckin' wit click'll get your arms folded

Who bet they best mine?
I press the west and let the vest mine
Led crimes that head the and spoke cake times
I ta catch shines
Rockin' when I see you time
Neva but greater threat, I make
Soon as I let the infared
know it's hit the deck time
Don't go mine
I a whino bleed red wine
my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so I em deadlines
Even disrespectful mine
weighted but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I press a tec 9
I'm for holdin' big shit
The last time I the biscuit
I made dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops drop and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on they walkie-talkies is "I back up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since want me in the cage captured
I roll wit niggas than slave masters

Time ta retaliate, fellas actin' like they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, across the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the clappers
wit tecs, we break y'all down like y'all common factors
Steady heat, when the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off rapilism, my feet
I ain't playin' games, rappers betta code in my name
The strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
So play you're position, stop it, I makes you their attention
Like a magnet ta somethin' metal, so blinkin' and flickin'
I'm over for the 9 era, it's now or never
'cause when I get in the door, bringin' drama 'cause my rhymes is

Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's you're shown
in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'cause fuckin' wit G Rap'll get arms folded
So now it's home funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 in your chest and dome
For ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'cause fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms

[Kool G
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister ya
You minature, crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What got the image of, made em block perimeters
They up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a friend of the senator
You was full of shit, you shoulda a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' street into a cinema
Swingin' like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
Max wit gats and I'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a back
And spit the torris in yo moms and won't trist ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G scar
Turnin' yo body ta cargo
I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps played in the dark he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker Carlo, Gambino
on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the card he is in
the profits in casinos
Knock wigs off therapy wit kimo