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Home sweet funeral home, that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in chest and dome
For tryin' ta the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'cause fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the 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 head the headlines and spoke cake times
I used ta catch
Rockin' when I see you time
but greater threat, I make mine
Soon as I let the infared
Everybody know it's hit the time
Don't go against
I make a whino bleed red
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test
Get line, so I give em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect
Light weighted but I rep
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 ta load a clip wit
cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes me in the cage captured
I roll wit more than slave masters

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

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

[Kool G
preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the image of, made em block
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 took a
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' 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 trist ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G scar
Turnin' yo body ta cargo
I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps in the dark like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker than Carlo,
on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the card he is in
Scammin' the profits in
Knock wigs off therapy wit kimo