Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
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Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
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[Cam'ron]
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Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
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I was so damn grimey
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'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
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Or jewelry wit the X's O's
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My house had espestoes
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I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
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Mice run around the damn sticky trap
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Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
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Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
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She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
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Hit me, I was back at her
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Come home where I duck the DT's
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Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
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Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post
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Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
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And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer
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Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
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Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'
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Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
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Money, brown bag, extortion
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Caution, where there's tragedy often
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Relax in a coffin
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And the bitch know I'm serious
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'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
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So come home wit me
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Where the girls wanna come home wit me
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They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
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Love to see the chrome wit me
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The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
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Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
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Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
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So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks
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I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
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I'm the first one wit hard luck
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Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
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AWWWWW SHUCKS!
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[Juelz Santana]
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Yo come home wit me
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To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes
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That's come to me
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Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
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No! Come home wit me
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Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
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The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
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Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
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Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds
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Niggas don't listen to broads
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They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours
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Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop
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Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
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Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'
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Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+
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Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing
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Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
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Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind
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'Cause bitches leave them martians behind
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Pray to God that I'm fine
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Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me
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Come on walk through this cold city
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Where these kids need food
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Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
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Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck
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Phonies off, rentings backed up
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Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
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Hit the streets gats up
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Clap up, and get they money back up
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Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
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Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
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So don't get trapped in it
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[Jim Jones]
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Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
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Leave me alone
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So early I was free to just rome
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Wit 7 keys to the home
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11 trees to the dome
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13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
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Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
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And my dog stay bustin his gun
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Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
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Keep a blade up in they gums
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This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
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Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
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Fiends come coppin' the raw
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Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
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Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
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There's some locks on the door
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Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
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One gram on that butter is 30
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Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
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School, cutting it early
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Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
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Come on home wit me, these are the facts
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Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
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Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
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Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
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And shit he still pleading his case
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Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
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But I wouldn't take them home wit you
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Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
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Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
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Dip set come home wit me
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Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!
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Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana
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Come Home With Me
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| Cam`ron |
