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

Who bet best against mine?
I press the and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that head the headlines and cake times
I ta catch shines
Rockin' when I see you next
Neva but greater threat, I mine
Soon as I let the shine
Everybody it's hit the deck time
go against mine
I make a whino bleed red
Sometimes my own slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so I em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect
Light but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I bench a tec 9
I'm for holdin' big shit
The last I showed the biscuit
I made this sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll wit more niggas than slave

Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin'
I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like a maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the clappers
wit tecs, we break y'all down like y'all common factors
Steady heat, that's the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers off this rapilism, my feet
I ain't games, y'all rappers betta code in my name
The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the
So play you're position, stop it, I you grab their attention
Like a magnet ta somethin' metal, so blinkin' and flickin'
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or
'cause when I get in the door, bringin' drama my rhymes is betta

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

[Kool G
preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta ya
cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, be prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the
You was full of shit, you shoulda a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is your street into a cinema
Swingin' like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
Max wit hundred and I'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but of all this, I take a step back
And spit the torris in yo and chick won't trist ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G fold
yo body weight ta cargo
While I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay go
Harps in the dark like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker than Carlo,
Rain on like El Nino, live well in Reno
for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the in casinos
Knock wigs off like wit kimo