Lyrics:
be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're provin' it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home
been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel
I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel!
I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale
Handcuff lightning
And she always by my side yeah
In her bed, she gon spend my nights yeah
We 've gone through hell and paradise
Girlie i want you to know, you are my home
call
My desperado posse that can bring down any wall
I've had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
Every other word that's coming out my
call
My desperado posse that can bring down any wall
I’ve had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
Every other word that’s coming out my
deplorable
Got options Bobo go spoil you
Oprah be auntie
My stacks grown come jor
Carry you yankee
Then back home world tour
Make you be 9 make I be 10
Make
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
time.....for what.....but
The cops say I'm
[verse 2]
I get fresh from
Yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon
Stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
on the phone
Man i called her house my home
Now cry to myyyyself
I came into this world alone
I do the same when i am gone
Sometimes i ride by myyyyself
had to be so doggone bad?
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
would go home but ain't no news
Jail house man won't let me go
If
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Sometimes I get sad when I cruise thru Accra
Ghana wanna happy home we de dirty am so
Religious
Blinded
By self righteousness
Cuz cleanliness next
Blinded by your own frustration[00:13.99]Girl don't lie I have your location[00:16.69]I know you aren't home[00:18.83]I can see it clearly here on my
By the Hush
It's by the hush, me boys
I'm sure that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's narration.
For I was by hunger pressed,
And in
made a monster
Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck
the posse and done rushed the movies
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life
That was all right because the lady was
I heard that you called the cops
Pray to God she fuck yo opps
Tommy gun in my Tommy boxers
Top chef the way I grip my choppa
Took yo hoe to Home
I go to bed at night
Hoping when I wake
This will all be gone
Like it was just a dream
And I'll be home again
Back again in Brooklyn
Back with
whoa-oh, singin', "Oh, Santa Rosa", whoa-oh, high and low, ooh
Then one day, sang ol' Craig, "I'll be free to go my way
And be standin' by the bay at Santa
Whoa. Amazon Prime. Whoa, don't forget Wayfair. Whoa.
I come home a little four by seven, Derek Jeter plaque. Where's that going? More Yankee shit. What
the tongue of Yankee hospitality
Our kids at school get beat up
To the tune of "Boat people, go home"
Sliced with a machete
From the breast of our
brothers
Escape the fears and fall into the arms of those that love you
As a man I gotta go and get it
I rather try and fail than don’t and regret it
Pops
'cause growin up I was never the logical one,
Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I
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