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[Chorus]
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Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
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Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
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For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
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Cuz fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms folded
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So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
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Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
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For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
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Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded
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[Papoose]
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Who bet they best against mine?
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I press the west and let the vest protect mine
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Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake times
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I used ta catch shines
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Rockin' when I see you next time
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Neva but greater threat, I make mine
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Soon as I let the infared shine
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Everybody know it's hit the deck time
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Don't go against mine
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I make a whino bleed red wine
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Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
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Get outta line, so I give em deadlines
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Even disrespectful respect mine
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Light weighted but I rep mine
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I don't lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9
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I'm known for holdin' big shit
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The last time I showed the biscuit
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I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
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When cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
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All they hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
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Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
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I roll wit more niggas than slave masters
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[Jinx]
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Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin' weight
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I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like a Moses maid
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Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper clappers
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Shotter wit tecs, we break y'all down like y'all common factors
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Steady heat, that's when the juvy proceed
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I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feet
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I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers betta code in my name
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The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
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So play you're position, stop it, I makes you grab their attention
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Like a magnet ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
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I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or never
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Cuz when I get in the door, bringin' drama cuz my rhymes is betta
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[Chorus]
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Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
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Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
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For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
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Cuz fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms folded
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So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
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Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
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For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
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Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded
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[Kool G Rap]
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Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
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You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
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Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
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What cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
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They ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
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My lawyer's a close friend of the senator
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You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema
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It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' your street into a cinema
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Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
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Max wit hundred gats and I'm the minimum
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Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step back
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And spit the torris in yo moms and chick won't trist ta hit the floor is
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Makin' em clip the forest, it's G scar fold
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Turnin' yo body weight ta cargo
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While I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
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Harps played in the dark like he was harpo
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Get ya hit quicker than Carlo, Gambino
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Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
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Scoffed for the card he is in Bossolino
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Scammin' the profits in casinos
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Knock wigs off like therapy wit kimo
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Home Sweet Funeral Home
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Kool G. Rap |