M.o.p. - Home Sweet Home lyrics

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M.o.p. - Home Sweet Home lyrics

Yo, home sk**et, get back 'fore I push your sh** back Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat) Blaze him, blaze him wit a 4 Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street 'cause ya don't know Brooklyn military k**in' every motherf**er in sight Get hard W W W dot I will f** you up dot com (Strap bombs) Explode, watch me switch modes Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip mode n***az gash on 99 octane fuel You deserve a swift kick in your a** 'cause you's a mule We keep on duckin' from the firing squad First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard Like I'm, oh my Lord, have mercy Please talk to Little Fame 'cause he's fixing to merk me I roll through your hood like it's my hood And won't have a second thought about if I could n***a (Home sweet home) It ain't nothing sweet down here Guns pop for n***as to eat down here (Brooklyn) Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at (Lord have mercy) Never bring be are double O K, bring size into it Sneak 9's into it, thieves rise into it Seek crime, blow through it, see shines, go to it Street name, tweak game, rob you stupid (Stupid) Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive You don't know me, and never will It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build n***a, home of the pick pockets Four fifth polish, lift wallets Notorious like Chris Wallace (Brooklyn) We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha wastelands (n***a) These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood C'mon) Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Now everybody rise to the occasion, duck when I'm aiming (First family!) Yeah, it's so amazing, the hell I be raising Is from the hell I was raised in It ain't nann n***a fadin sh**, I come equipped I put my life on the line for mine every time b**h, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked a** cobras Hollered at (Bum, bum) Fired at (Gun noises) Fire back every time with my cousin Doin' the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin' Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes) If you know a n***a as well as me You better bring a mother f**in' calvary Bless Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at

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