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Home sweet funeral home, that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't it
fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's sweet funeral home, nigga 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
fuckin' wit this 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 headlines and cake times
I used ta shines
Rockin' when I see you next
Neva but 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 give em
Even disrespectful mine
Light but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I bench a tec 9
I'm for holdin' big shit
The last time I showed the
I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a wit
When drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the captured
I roll wit niggas than slave masters

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

Home sweet home, nigga that's where 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 get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's you're shown
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 this click'll get your arms

[Kool G
preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send crazy baby, is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef I the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the
You was of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not ten of us, murder is turnin' your street into a cinema
Swingin' gats 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 moms and chick won't ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G scar
Turnin' yo weight ta cargo
While I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay go
Harps played in the dark like he was
Get ya hit than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the card he is in
Scammin' the profits in
Knock wigs off like wit kimo