Come Home With Me (feat. Juelz Santana & Jimmy Jones)

Ayo, come on home with us man Harlem World USA man Take a walk with us on our block man See how we live Dipset Yo, yo, uhh Come on home with me, early 90's It wasn't pearly and shining, I was certainly grimy 'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes Or jewelry with the X O's, my house had asbestos I'm fixing up a 60 pack Where the kitty cat? Mice run around the damn sticky trap Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter Threw it away so I snap at her, back slapped her She picked up a bat like McGwire For that matter hit me, I was back at her Come home where I ducked the DTs Lying around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese Come on home with me, where I stand on my post Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonnaise and toast And pepper, many nights I done slept with a hefa Any beef came it left on a stretcher, Killa Come on home with me, where they rap and be flossing Where I beg Kim to have the abortion Money brang back extortion, caution Ain't no tracking an orphan, relax in a coffin And the bitch know I'm serious, 'cause I'm never scared ma Unless you miss your period, so come home with me Where the girls wanna come home with me They say "Cam if you need dome, hit me" Love to see the chrome whippy The car a quarter mil', on the wheels I done blown 50 Dice game blown 50, Jones loan 60 Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me So come home with me, where a nigga make star bucks I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed all my hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying cars, trucks Awww shucks Come home with me To the streets, the slums, the ghetto, that's home to me Every night my girl crying come home to me No, come home with me, where there so many cops The block is boiling and the food is spoiled But that pot with the rock is boiling Same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds Niggas don't listen to broads They having you sitting in court for kids that ain't yours Come home with me, where every day the Glocks go pop Where the front door's broke and them locks don't lock Come home with me, dog where the beef is seeking Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treating Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing Niggas twist ya cheek in, rip to pieces Our kids get even, come home with me Don't leave your condoms behind 'Cause them bitches leave the martians behind Pray to God that I'm fine, come on home with me Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city Where these kids need food Niggas need guidance and bitches need roofs Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks Phone is off, rent is backed up Come home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up Come home with me, every block got a crack in it Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it Don't get trapped in it Uh, come on home with me, where my parents Would um, leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam 7 keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome 13, I ran the streets with the chrome Come on home with me, where the buses don't run And my dogs stay busting they guns (billllllllllllappppppp) Think that getting caught by Justice is fun? Keep a blade up in the gums, this Harlem Where the fuck is you from? Uh, come on home with me Every few minutes, was a knock at the door Fiends coming copping the raw, clothes, kicks, socks on the floor Mommy like be quiet 'cause I really think them cops at the door Is them locks on the door? Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30 One gram of that butter is 30 4 grand is my cut from the birdy, school cutting it early Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me, uh Come on home with me, these are the facts Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face Sarge snatched by the Feds, we was the case No shit, he still pleading his case, come home with me Hoes say, That's Jones with you But I wouldn't take him home with you Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me The chrome you see, the Jones you see Dip-set, come home with me, uh Dipset nigga, Jim Jones Capo status Killa, Freekey Zekey, Juelz Santana Blaka the don, Diplomatic We coming for y'all, 2 double 1, bllllllllllapppppp For life hold that down and what Harlem, Harlem, Harlem, uhh