Home Sweet Home (Original Mix)

Home Sweet Home (Original Mix) - 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