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Home Sweet Home - Smif-N-Wessun
This is the story of a place that we call home
Where the kids pack heat when its time to roam
Everybodys on the scramble lifes a gamble
Hopping on the white horse trying to get a handle
On the fast pace that we call the last race
Step wit precaution when you enter this place
We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Just come correct wit the synapses or ya doo
Don't come crying broke still trying to cop the d**e
What parts of no do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built Mack 10s bought
Or even caught for them deceased a** hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya living muthaf**kas
What goes around comes back to the roots
See you at the revolution and crooklyn true

We live in Brooklyn baby

We try to make it baby

We gonna make it baby

We live in Brooklyn baby

Another day another dollar dead
Pigs rushing the crib to catch a collar now I'm fed
What the face now me and my peoples taste crown
Staying face down while k9's sniffs around
What they found was irrelevant the w**d cuz
They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us
Now I got more pigs rushing we handcuffing me
Taking hold of we in the custody
For blushing in Rasta boy resting in peace
After going through the b******t we in release
To hit the streets where the war still off for all of yall
Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall
No time at all no fake no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins niggas won't even know what happen
I'll be glad when my man come home
Cuz in the zone muthaf**kas grab ya chrome

We live in Brooklyn baby

We try to make it baby

We gonna make it baby

We live in Brooklyn baby

The eye three time as lead transpire
Currency change change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk b******t floats on water
Pager going off call coming from headquarters
I was told if the secret code appears
It means some boy want dead prepare for warfare
F**k the truth we bringing the noose for ya loose talk
So think smart or rest in parts if ya do start
I f**ks wit the poor so f**k being rich
Word is bond there's a muthaf**king war going on
Stand strong on ya own two mist

Or come confront the grim ripper
Black hoodie on black dusty fatigues
Bloody red afro puffin on the black w**d on three
He lurks in the shadow so when you sleep in the battle
That'll be and tell ya punk lib to tattle
Salute to each and every hood label truth
Doing what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh the time has come for Armageddon
Give nurture to your seeds and load up ya guns Dunn
Now catching vibes that something ain't right
Getting little hits stomach filling up tight
Damn these little nappy head cheap trait bastards
Run around town wit the corns trynna blast sh*t
Ain't nothing sweat like the dark streets of beasty
Creeping population ending up in c i
Take a ride through the Flatbush side
See the Dred and he caught for support hit me off wit the lye
Now slide through the Ville death row say hello
To the fame that stick to k i m that's planned
Toward the east something going on
So burn the buds and all my people in medina stay strong

We live in Brooklyn baby

We try to make it baby

We gonna make it baby

We live in Brooklyn baby

We live in Brooklyn baby

We try to make it baby

We gonna make it baby

We live in Brooklyn baby