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Smif-N-Wessun - Home Sweet Home lyrics
[Tek] This is the story of a place, that we call home Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble Hoppin on the white horse, tryin to get a handle On the fast pace that we call the last race Step wit precaution when you enter this place We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true Just come correct wit the snapses or ya doo Don't come cryin broke, still tryin to cop the dope What parts of no, do not you understand bro We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas What goes around comes back to the roots See you at the revolution and Crooklyn, true [Chorus] We live in Brooklyn baby We try to make it baby We gonna make it baby We live in Brooklyn baby [Steele] Another day, another dollar dead Pigs rushin the crib to catch a collar now I'm fed What the face now, me and my people's taste crown Stayin face down, while K-9's sniffs around What they found was irrelevant, the weed cuz They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us Now I got more pigs rushin we, handcuffin me Takin hold of we, in the custody For blushin in, rasta boy restin in peace After going through the bullshit, we in release To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall No time at all, no fake, no jacks Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen I'll be glad when my man come home Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome [Chorus (with Tek shoutin out)] [T |
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