Текст песни M.O.P. - Home Sweet Home, слова песни M.O.P.

Текст песни M.O.P. - Home Sweet Home

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[Lil` Fame]Yo, home skilletGet back `fore I push your shit backYo, we`re here to put it down with the Lord (I`m wit dat!!)Blaze him (yo, yo)Blaze him wit a 4 (4)Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the streetCuz ya don`t knowBROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hardw-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs)Explode, watch me switch modesGrab a clutch pop a gear, now I`m in FlipmodeNiggaz gash on 99 octane fuelYou deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you`s a muleWe keep on duckin from the Firing SquadFirst you thought you was hard now you calling a guardLike I`m, oh my Lord...Have MercyPlease talk to Little Fame cuz he`s fixing to merk meI roll through your hood like it`s my hoodAnd won`t have a second thought about if I couldNigga (HOME SWEET HOME)It ain`t nothing sweet down hereGuns pop for niggas to eat down here(BROOKLYN)[Chorus]2xHome Sweet HomeClack Clack Salute Salute I`m never alone!!Brooklyn - Send em back home!Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at?[Lord Have Mercy]Never bring B (B)R (R)Double O K (K)L Y into itBring size into itSneak 9`s into itTheives rise into itSeek crime, blow through itSee shines, go to itStreet nameTweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusiveYou don`t know me, and never willIt`s cold streets, don`t approach me, we never buildNigga, home of the pick pocketsFour fifth polish, lift walletsNotorious like Chris Wallace(BROOKLYN!!)We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad blockCoppers crash spots with pad locks get backed upHandcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa)These boys in tha hood, we poison your hoodDowntown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C`mon)[Chorus]2x[Billy Danze]Now everybody rise to the occasionDuck when I`m aiming (First family!)Yeah, it`s so amazingThe hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised inIt ain`t nann nigga fadin shitI come equippedI put my life on the line for mine everytimeBitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiersYou`ll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobrasHollered at (Bum Bum)Fired at (gun noises)Fire back every time with my cousinDoin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still cominGunning, you`ll see the hilltops styling meI studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!)If you know a nigga as well as me you better bring a motherfuckin calvaryBlesssss[Chorus]2x

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