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

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

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

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

G Rap]
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister ya
You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta 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 close friend of the
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a
It not been ten of us, murder is turnin' 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
em, but sick of all this, I take a step back
And spit the torris in yo moms and won't trist ta hit the floor is
em clip the forest, it's G scar fold
Turnin' yo body ta cargo
While I ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps played in the dark he was harpo
Get ya hit than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities like El Nino, live in Reno
for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the profits in
wigs off like therapy wit kimo