M.O.P. Home Sweet Home Lyrics

[Lil' Fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back 'fore I push your s___ back
Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!)
Blaze him (yo, yo)
Blaze him wit a 4 (4)
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
Cuz ya don't know
BROOKLYN Military Killin every m_________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 Flipmode
n____z gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your a__ 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____ (HOME SWEET HOME)
It ain't nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for n____s to eat down here
(BROOKLYN)

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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 (B)
R (R)
Double O K (K)
L Y into it
Bring size into it
Sneak 9's into it
Theives rise into it
Seek crime, blow through it
See shines, go to it
Street name
Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)
Big trucks, d___ ones ride exclusive
You don't know me, and never will
It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build
n____, 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____aaaa)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon)

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[Billy Danze]
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____ fadin s___
I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine everytime
b____, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked a__ cobras
Hollered at (b__ b__)
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____ as well as me
you better bring a m_________in calvary
Blesssss

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