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lirik lagu m o p - home sweet home

yo, home skillet, get back ‘fore i push your sh-t 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
‘cuz ya don’t know

brooklyn military killin’ every motherf-cker in sight
get hard w w w dot i will f-ck you up dot com
(strap bombs)
explode, watch me switch modes
grab a clutch pop a gear, now i’m in flip mode

n-gg-z gash on 99 octane fuel
you deserve a swift kick in your -ss ‘cuz 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 ‘cuz 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-gg-
(home sweet home)
it ain’t nothing sweet down here
guns pop for n-gg-s 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

(lord have mercy)
never bring b r 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, d-ck ones ride exclusive
you don’t know me, and never will
it’s cold streets, don’t approach me, we never build
n-gg-, 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-gg-)
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

now everybody rise to the occasion, duck when i’m aiming
(first family!)
yeah, it’s so amazing, the h-ll i be raising
is from the h-ll i was raised in
it ain’t nann n-gg- fadin sh-t, i come equipped
i put my life on the line for mine every time

b-tch, come and march with these brooklyn soldiers
you’ll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked -ss cobras
hollered at
(b-m, b-m)
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-gg- as well as me
you better bring a mother f-ckin’ 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

- lirik lagu m o p

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