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