come, and come, come on home Oh, come on, yeah yeah Just come on home I beg you to come on home, my little brother I beg you to come on home, my little
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of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom
I?ve seen this world man, it?s over rated, come on Yeah baby, keep the light on 'Cause I?m coming home tonight Yeah, I?m coming home tonight Put on
get my hustle on Countin cash every morning before I leave home Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone and before I leave home, leave home
For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my G's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums I come
sellin' it to the world been rappin' since the day I heard Rakim and Danadane, Duggy Fresh, Slick Rick always been a same to me late night foster home workin on
actresses And they tryin' to play the man's role Can't they see us wildin' on the video? Don't they see us in the club swingin' elbows? Or on the street with our jewels on
on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin' shackled on
zone It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home I'm spiritually outta this world Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie
glow Quarter mill' for the gang If you tryna book a show Templates on the Bentley Ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket fulla money Nigga, hand on my
a freak, work a king on the block I'm 17, name ain't the same on the block And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block And he'll come through
I got beef I let the whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole world know it One take it to the streets let the whole world know it This the
Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo - Petey Pab One of the realest said I came on his first joint Like how the niggaz on the second and third Runnin' the world
nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle
third eye vision Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking send them home
been stripped, I have just been ripped So I must then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders
' down Nobody fired a shot in anger, nobody had to die in vain We sure could use a little good news today I'll come home this evenin', I'll bet that
