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

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

Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they weight
I the gate, walkin' across the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper
Shotter wit tecs, we break y'all like y'all common factors
Steady heat, when the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers off this rapilism, my feet
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers code in my name
The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the
So play position, stop it, I makes you grab their attention
Like a ta somethin' metal, so y'all 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 you're
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 G Rap'll get your arms
So now it's sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'cause wit this click'll get your arms folded

G Rap]
Euology by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, glocks ta hemmorrige ya
cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be
My lawyer's a close friend of the
You was of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is your street into a cinema
gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
Max wit hundred and I'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step
And spit the torris in yo moms and chick won't trist ta hit the is
Makin' em the forest, it's G scar fold
Turnin' yo weight ta cargo
I stretch 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 well in
for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the profits in
Knock wigs off therapy wit kimo