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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Group Home
Group Home
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Heath
James Heath
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
Jamal Felder
Jamal Felder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Engineer
Dexter Thibou
Dexter Thibou
Assistant Recording Engineer
Luis Tineo
Luis Tineo
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Damn son What the fuck is wrong with you man? Shit shouldn't be happening Out here man? Niggas don't be realizin' the shit man but yo tell 'em what You be seein' out your window Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo tell 'em how duke Said The world's about to end Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive Some have achieved and many brothers tried But I realized which life to choose I want to make money so I gotta pay dues But there's no rules and you only have one chance If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance At night I use to scream and shout Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out So I would try as I watch my friends die But all I could do was sit back and cry These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes I been through hard times so many problems on my mind I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor I try to appreciate but I deserve more Yeah superman supa star Give me super fat doe like Pablo Escobar "Super duper star" Feared by bandits hated by chicks Loved by kids I never did a bid Yes the Group Home is thick Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin' Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound The things I say will make a grown man dream I speak sayings "Go by yourself, be by yourself" Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to street Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind Mom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyes Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind Check it out like this And then like that "Super star" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "Yo check it check it out like this here we go" Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil Playin' the game the New York pain Makes me want to bust but I just maintain Cause now-a-days I talk to a brother Always love your mother cause you'll never get another In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops I got super small props Big time doe, money is a thriller I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer No lie but before I say bye You can't take money with cha when you die "Super duper star" Yo I got niggas flippin' they wig Chicks grabbin' they cunts As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts One times for your mind before I brake these streets Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track Yo son you know the feelin' shit will get revealed As the times will get better And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights As the stars shine bright Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin' Like Dom Perrion one day will live large Word to Allah and it don't seem hard No more jealousy and envy Curse is put upon me Watch me live free at the clink With my niggas you'll see Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far "Super star" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" "So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" "Yo check it check it out like this here we go"
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Jamel Felder, James Heath Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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