Kool G Rap

(feat. Papoose the Lyrical One, Jinx)
[Chorus]
Home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold it
Cuz fuckin wit the Papll get your arms folded
So now its home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold it
Cuz fuckin wit this clickll get your arms folded
[Papoose]
Who bet they best against mine?
I press the west and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake times
I used ta catch shines
Rockin when I see you next time
Neva but greater threat, I make mine
Soon as I let the infared shine
Everybody know its hit the deck time
Dont go against mine
I make a whino bleed red wine
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so I give em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect mine
Light weighted but I rep mine
I dont lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9
Im known for holdin big shit
The last time I showed the biscuit
I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll wit more niggas than slave masters
[Jinx]
Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin like they holdin weight
I froze the gate, walkin across the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper clappers
Shotter wit tecs, we break yall down like yall common factors
Steady heat, thats when the juvy proceed
Im makin rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feet
I aint playin games, yall rappers betta code in my name
The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
So play youre position, stop it, I makes you grab their attention
Like a magnet ta somethin metal, so yall blinkin and flickin
Im takin over for the 9 era, its now or never
Cuz when I get in the door, bringin drama cuz my rhymes is betta
[Chorus]
Home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold it
Cuz fuckin wit G Rapll get your arms folded
So now its home sweet funeral home, nigga thats where youre shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin ta hold the fort down, but couldnt hold it
Cuz fuckin wit this clickll get your arms folded
[Kool G Rap]
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyers a close friend of the senator
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin your street into a cinema
Swingin gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, Im him and em
Max wit hundred gats and Im the minimum
Sendin em, but sick of all this, I take a step back
And spit the torris in yo moms and chick wont trist ta hit the floor is
Makin em clip the forest, its G scar fold
Turnin yo body weight ta cargo
While I stretch ya, ya bet yall lay fall go
Harps played in the dark like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin the profits in casinos
Knock wigs off like therapy wit kimo
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