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