Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Home Sweet Funeral Home Lyrics
[chorus]Home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold itCuz *****in wit the papll get your arms foldedSo now its home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold itCuz *****in wit this clickll get your arms folded[papoose]Who bet they best against mine?I press the west and let the vest protect mineLed crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake timesI used ta catch shinesRockin when I see you next timeNeva but greater threat, I make mineSoon as I let the infared shineEverybody know its hit the deck timeDont go against mineI make a whino bleed red wineSometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mineGet outta line, so I give em deadlinesEven disrespectful respect mineLight weighted but I rep mineI dont lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9Im known for holdin big shitThe last time I showed the biscuitI made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip witWhen cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged upAll they hear on they walkie-talkies is I need back up!Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage capturedI roll wit more niggas than slave masters[jinx]Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin like they holdin weightI froze the gate, walkin across the seas like a moses maidApproachin rappers, me and g rap be the rapper clappersShotter wit tecs, we break yall down like yall common factorsSteady heat, thats when the juvy proceedIm makin rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feetI aint playin games, yall rappers betta code in my nameThe juvenille strait from brooklyn, wit the slugs of the sameSo play youre position, stop it, I makes you grab their attentionLike a magnet ta somethin metal, so yall blinkin and flickinIm takin over for the 9 era, its now or neverCuz when I get in the door, bringin drama cuz my rhymes is betta[chorus]Home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold itCuz *****in wit g rapll get your arms foldedSo now its home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shownCall in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and domeFor tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold itCuz *****in wit this clickll get your arms folded[kool g rap]Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished yaYou minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish yaBust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige yaWhat cops got the image of, made em block perimetersThey ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisonerMy lawyers a close friend of the senatorYou was full of shit, you shoulda took a enemaIt mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin your street into a cinemaSwingin gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, Im him and emMax wit hundred gats and Im the minimumSendin em, but sick of all this, I take a step backAnd spit the torris in yo moms and chick wont trist ta hit the floor isMakin em clip the forest, its g scar foldTurnin yo body weight ta cargoWhile I stretch ya, ya bet yall lay fall goHarps played in the dark like he was harpoGet ya hit quicker than carlo, gambinoRain on cities like el nino, live well in renoScoffed for the card he is in bossolinoScammin the profits in casinosKnock wigs off like therapy wit kimo
