go home now Don't it make you want to go home All God's children get weary when they roam Don't it make you want to go home Don't it make you want to
no bills on it Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it Baby, leen on it, and I can put the kill on it You gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer
that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas
fuck you think I is Y' all ain't comin' at no lil shanty Why you think you can hurt like these years Joe why my lil P's got you salty Think you finn'
out of New York and boy, it don't sit right if you're white Light were my steps from there Did my dirt on the low, a southern town nightmare 'Cause the
scan'lous Can't let 'em handle us any kind of way, fuck it And run away, I don't want it torn joe I think they gay, don't wanna play my shit up north
take me out) You don't want it, you don't know how it goes down (Jadakiss, Bun B, Fat Joe, Pusha T) Ooooooooooh, yeaaaaah... Yeaaaaah, last night Latifah
'. Ain't got no background you talk about TV. If it ain't about 2Pac, it's all about Eazy! If it ain't about Eazy, it's all about Fif' and the Unit! I
no bills on it get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer
pistol to the head, cock the hammer back and shoot it You can't get it no cleaner Make a hit, break quick to the cleaners And south ???? to the hole And don't
Why you think you can hurt like these years Joe why my lil P's got you salty Think you finna bring out my fears Tell me why my success Make you cry
out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white Light were my steps from there Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare Cause the
fuck the trigger, my nigga lets get it on I run up in your home and slap your ass with the chrome What the fuck? you want it, go and knuckle up I'll take
