Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Home Sweet Funeral Home lyrics

Brothers on the corner sellin' junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks Police only hara** you when they want to get a chunk They got so many corners and they got so many spots And I can't even bump up the block without the "Yo man what you got?" I'm walkin' past somebody lookin' strange He's lookin' for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin' naughty lives Walkin' around, even drive around, with big forty-fives I just found out the candy store's a front They walk in the candy store Man G, candy's far from what they want You might see a pickle or a popsicle But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels Honey used to look like a winner Now she can't even get took to dinner cause so many dealers ran up in her Somebody's blood is on the tar Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar Loudmouth tryin' to show her a**, but somebody broke a whiskey bottle and cut her bu*t up with the gla** Money got robbed for his bank They broke in his house and took everything except the kitchen sink Little man murdered on the scene He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 Granny's damn near pushin' 80 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone Yeah, this is my home sweet home Three card molly, another man to fool Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals I'm gettin' frisked by the cops They only tryin' to get props, for blowin' off a black man's top Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me but yo I heard she's givin' VD Just when you think the skies are gettin' blue Bang bang -- another brother's split in two Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party Now off to the morgue, to go identify her body Sonny boy is goin' on the strip Robbin n***as cracks, with a mac, without a clip Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped and shorty got ragged, another body bag is zipped A baby is born and needs lovin' but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven Cops k**in' our kids, but they bill us So what's more worse, the k**er cops or the Cop k**ers Everyday's another risk I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss No heat, just pots of hot water I'm walkin' eight flights up, the elevator's out of order Man that landlord is the lowest Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice I felt like breakin' all his bones, psh I'm gettin' kicked out of my home sweet home