Home Sweet Funeral Home

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kool G Rap] Home Sweet Funeral Home, nigga that's where you're shown Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it 'Cause fuckin' with the Pap'll get your arms folded So now it's Home Sweet Funeral Home, nigga that's where you're shown Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it 'Cause fuckin' with this click'll get your arms folded [Verse 1: Papoose] Who bet they best against mine? I press the Wesson Let the vest protect mine led crimes that head the headlines, since Pro Ked times I used to catch shines, rock 'em when I see you next time Never regret a threat, I meant mine, soon as I let the infrared shine Everybody know it's hit the deck time Don't go against mine, I make a wino bleed red wine Sometimes my own people slick talk, tryna test mine Get out of line, so I give 'em deadlines Even disrespectful respect mine, light weighted but I rep mine I don't lift weights, but I bench press a TEC-9 I'm known for holdin' big shit, the last time I showed the biscuit I made this dude sweat enough bullets to load a clip with When cops drop warrants and try to get me bagged up All they hear on their walkie-talkies is, "I need back up!" Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured I roll with more niggas than slave masters [Verse 2: Jinx] Time to retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin' weight I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like I'm Moses made Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper clappers Try to attack us, we break y'all down like y'all common factors Better heed, that's when the juvy proceed I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, I feed I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers better quoting my name The juvenille straight from Brooklyn, where the slugs is the same So play you're position, stuff that I mention, grab their attention Like a magnet to somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flinchin' I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or never 'Cause when I get in the door, bringin' drama cuz my rhymes is better [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Home Sweet Funeral Home, nigga that's where you're shown Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it 'Cause fuckin' with the Pap'll get your arms folded So now it's Home Sweet Funeral Home, nigga that's where you're shown Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it 'Cause fuckin' with this click'll get your arms folded [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] Eulogy preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya You miniature, send crazy baby, fifths is to finish ya Bust shots to limit ya, plush Glocks to hemorrhage ya What cops got the image of, made em block perimeters The end of the back in forth beef I walk the streets, never be prisoner My lawyer's a close friend of the senator You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema It mighta not been ten of us murderers turnin' your street into a cinema Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm heeming them Max 100 gats send him the minimum Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step back and spit the taurus Take your moms and chick and hit the Florist Makin' em clip the forest, it's G and Scarfo Turnin' yo body weight to cargo While I stretch ya, ya bet ya like Fargo Harps played in the dark like he was Harpo Get your hit quicker than Carlo, Gambino Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno Scarf with the Cartiers and Borsalino Scammin' the profits in casinos Knock wigs off like therapy wit chemo