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

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

Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like holdin' weight
I froze the gate, walkin' 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 off this rapilism, my feet
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers code in my name
The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the of the same
So play you're position, stop it, I makes you grab their
Like a magnet ta 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' 'cause my rhymes is betta

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

[Kool G
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister ya
You minature, crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta ya
What got the image of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My a close friend of the senator
You was of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' your street a cinema
Swingin' gats 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 chick won't ta hit the floor is
Makin' em the forest, it's G scar fold
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 than Carlo,
Rain on like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the in casinos
Knock wigs off like wit kimo