Текст песни Kool G. Rap f Papoose the Lyrical One, J - Roots of Evil
Kool G. Rap f Papoose the Lyrical One, J - Roots of Evil слова песни
[Chorus]Home sweet funeral home, nigga that`s where you`re shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin` ta hold the fort down, but couldn`t hold itCuz fuckin` wit the Pap`ll get your arms foldedSo now it`s home sweet funeral home, nigga that`s where you`re shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin` ta hold the fort down, but couldn`t hold itCuz fuckin` wit this click`ll get your arms folded[Papoose]Who bet they best against mine?I press the west and let the vest protect mineLed crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake timesI used ta catch shinesRockin` when I see you next timeNeva but greater threat, I make mineSoon as I let the infared shineEverybody know it`s hit the deck timeDon`t go against mineI make a whino bleed red wineSometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mineGet outta line, so I give em deadlinesEven disrespectful respect mineLight weighted but I rep mineI don`t lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9I`m known for holdin` big shitThe last time I showed the biscuitI made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip witWhen cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged upAll they hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage capturedI roll wit more niggas than slave masters[Jinx]Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin` like they holdin` weightI froze the gate, walkin` across the seas like a Moses maidApproachin` rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper clappersShotter wit tecs, we break y`all down like y`all common factorsSteady heat, that`s when the juvy proceedI`m makin` rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feetI ain`t playin` games, y`all rappers betta code in my nameThe juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the sameSo play you`re position, stop it, I makes you grab their attentionLike a magnet ta somethin` metal, so y`all blinkin` and flickin`I`m takin` over for the 9 era, it`s now or neverCuz when I get in the door, bringin` drama cuz my rhymes is betta[Chorus]Home sweet funeral home, nigga that`s where you`re shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin` ta hold the fort down, but couldn`t hold itCuz fuckin` wit G Rap`ll get your arms foldedSo now it`s home sweet funeral home, nigga that`s where you`re shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin` ta hold the fort down, but couldn`t hold itCuz fuckin` wit this click`ll get your arms folded[Kool G Rap]Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished yaYou minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish yaBust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige yaWhat cops got the image of, made em block perimetersThey ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisonerMy lawyer`s a close friend of the senatorYou was full of shit, you shoulda took a enemaIt mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin` your street into a cinemaSwingin` gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I`m him and emMax wit hundred gats and I`m the minimumSendin` em, but sick of all this, I take a step backAnd spit the torris in yo moms and chick won`t trist ta hit the floor isMakin` em clip the forest, it`s G scar foldTurnin` yo body weight ta cargoWhile I stretch ya, ya bet ya`ll lay fall goHarps played in the dark like he was harpoGet ya hit quicker than Carlo, GambinoRain on cities like El Nino, live well in RenoScoffed for the card he is in BossolinoScammin` the profits in casinosKnock wigs off like therapy wit kimo