Home-Vade

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    [chorus]
    Run up in your crib, where you live, let you die
    Put you one in the bed home-vade
    Duct tape your whole body to you ankles to your wrists
    To your mouth so you cant say shit
    {repeat}
    Then they wanna get cut with the glass
    Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
    Never wanna mess around like that
    Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
    Then they wanna get cut with the glass
    Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
    Shit themselves get pimped with the glass
    Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass

    [verse one] {:40}
    Well mack you know when the jack
    The jack be rippin the scraps
    Step aside while i spit at these cats
    The rippity raps, never been a thing to me
    See the fame that it bring to me
    Be the nigga with the grains on the napkin
    Limpin in the land with the hand on the tech
    Chillin with my niggas with the hand on mowett
    Raw dawg, up in the spot
    With two fings and we fill 'em with rocks
    Still in the spot, a hatter wanna test
    Introducing the glocks
    Gettin close to the two when we pop
    The moodier drops
    Screamin with shots, blood oozie and drops
    Got in the fuckin lou of the spot
    You know how we play
    Gettin head on the freeway
    Closin deals on the three-way
    How many niggas you know, could get dough and pimp a hoe
    But never give a fuck what a freak say
    Bitch come on!

    [chorus] (repeat) {1:08}

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    [verse two] {1:35}
    I'm the same motherfucker that played with it
    Yeah i admit it, i did it, i split 'em
    If i gotta do it again then i kill 'em
    Same dealin straight killin cap pealin
    For those illin i'd amaze ya and do dealin
    Now who realin suicide for the true-izm
    I got two thug niggas with two dealins
    And two more choppers in the house chillin
    And if you feelin that you really can fade this
    I got a room of guns, bigger like the matrix
    It aint no fake shit nigga in the basement
    Straight formulatin, all the world's hatin
    Nobody go thru to do what ya nigga do
    Now ya gotta pay ya due, listen to another fool
    I run with all ya crew baby gotta kill 'em too
    It ain't no mercy when ya fuckin with a nigga juice
    That go for you and you and niggas that dont know too
    Come bigger things, if i need to rip you
    Ya betta hope that day dont hit you
    Cuz ya wife goan be bit fuckin wit a nigga shit
    Tryin ta hide all day when i catch you thats it
    And it wont be long till i get to ya bitch
    Now ya think im wrong, cuz i kick now da bitch
    Man you knew you was wrong, when ya take a nigga shit

    [chorus] (repeat) {2:16}

    [verse three] {2:43}
    What it is another full sized identity?
    You mean to tell me the end a be killin' me?
    You mean to tell me somebody wanna finish me?
    You got the tendancy missin and want to envy me
    Me 'na been coughin' shit get foul
    Fucked around the k's got me shot in a while
    Niggas don't want they bodies chopped like steak
    Cut with the k ya betta move out the way
    And when the k's get to cut cut cuttin all of a sudden
    It feel like the president done pushed the button
    Niggas wanna got to war?
    Where ya gats at?
    Nigga where ya sacks at?
    Niggas back back, raise a nigga up that
    Clack clack, and i wanna finish some set, skat skat
    And y'all don't want none of that, at at
    No y'all dont want none of that, at at
    Ima as much done safe this year
    One more time, 99 ain't here
    What the kid really come wit?
    Comin with the dumb shit ima bring out over here
    I got one to drop them big guns
    And 'a duct tape for your mouth and waist
    Wrap ya whole body ain't nothin you can say
    Put you in a glad bag, throw your ass away
    Niggas got nuts they be keep 'em in line
    Smile in my face, steady backin' my rhyme
    I tear your head up, on ser'ous but mine
    How you fittin' cryin you remind the time
    It look like a nigga got cut with glass
    Fuck around a nigga have to hide your ass
    Run up in your crib bare face no mask
    Fuck around a nigga have to hide that ass!

    [chorus] (repeat)

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    Composición: O.T. Young

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