paroles de chanson Home Sweet Home - Lloyd Banks , Pusha T
Yeah,
20
miles
an
hour
in
my
long
Bentley
Shame
on
you
hater,
this
what
the
Lord
sent
me
Shit,
lately
I've
been
practicing
my
gas
face
'Cause
that's
what
I'ma
give
'em
when
they
land
in
last
place
Hand
right
by
the
hammer,
they
ain't
too
many
seeing
us
So
they
wanna
take
my
gifts
'til
I
wrap
'em
with
the
fifth
My
regular
sense
is
piff,
currency
and
cashmere
You
don't
drove
your
bitch
your
way,
I
told
her
she
can
crash
here
Yeah,
I'm
counting
people
like
the
cashier
Living
like
I'm
limited,
grieving
like
it's
my
last
year
My
boy
in
and
out
the
box,
super
stupid
soldier
Told
me
if
he
can
do
it
again,
he'd
do
it
over
Poverty's
king
cobra,
squeeze
ya
life
out
'Cause
it's
the
fatalities
and
casualties
I
should
write
'bout
These
rappers
ain't
iced
out,
they
just
fooling
Running
round
town
fakers,
zirconian
cubic,
niggas
Only
money
matters
in
the
game,
fuck
the
fame
I
gotta
eat
dollar
signs,
feed
my
hunger
pain
Music
like
heroin,
leave
you
numb
the
same
Play
me
like
I'm
something
sweet,
be
a
part
of
summer
slayin'
Most
hate
it,
most
doubt
it,
that's
what
they
shout
it
I'm
on
top
now,
there's
nothing
they
can
do
about
it
They
better
have
ya
outdone
'Cause
where
I'm
from,
there
ain't
no
way
around
it
Home
sweet
home
You
motherfuckers
can
rap
'til
you
blue
in
the
face
You'll
probably
turn
into
smurfs
with
the
time
that
you
waste
Throughout
history
they
thrown
shots
at
the
greats
But
I
shoot
back,
the
Lord
ain't
designed
me
for
hate
I've
never
understood
Martin
Luther
with
his
speech
With
the
whole
world
watching
me,
turn
the
other
cheek
Never,
so
there's
one
left
to
die
in
the
streets
'Cause
his
long
arms
happen
to
connect
with
his
reach
Try
to
kill
you
then,
them
near
misses
was
God's
kisses
True
Hollywood
story,
ghetto
Todd
Bridges
Different
strokes
that
nigga
broke,
this
nigga
reach
You
only
read
about
the
cars
that
I
paddle
shift
You
only
dream
about
the
ho's
that
I
dabble
with
Balcony
views,
like
a
postcard,
imagine
this
White
stones,
black
steel,
cold
chrome
This
city's
my
doormat,
bitch
I'm
home
sweet
home
Only
money
matters
in
the
game,
fuck
the
fame
I
gotta
eat
dollar
signs,
feed
my
hunger
pain
Music
like
heroin,
leave
you
numb
the
same
Play
me
like
I'm
something
sweet,
be
a
part
of
summer
slayin'
Most
hate
it,
most
doubt
it,
that's
what
they
shout
it
I'm
on
top
now,
there's
nothing
they
can
do
about
it
They
better
have
ya
outdone
'Cause
where
I'm
from,
there
ain't
no
way
around
it
Home
sweet
home
Niggas,
see
me
where
you
see
me,
shit
I'm
always
seen
Off
the
Queens
magazines,
pussy
hallway
scenes
Paying
crowds,
hunger
screams,
pressure
crumbles
teams
Fuck
being
humble
in
the
jungle
where
they
fumble
dreams
Drugs
for
the
living,
Henny
paid
me
for
the
body
Crosses
for
the
power,
ghetto
bitches
for
the
swiley
Pitbull,
I
bit
my
way
out
the
cage,
what's
happening
Competition
got
me
on
the
rampage,
Jackson
Part
of
my
reaction
to
they
corny
ass
raps
Keep
flirting
with
death
and
get
your
horny
ass
clapped
Back
for
more
me,
rat
tat,
kiss
the
ring,
beat
respect
out
them
Bloody
heads,
turn
Timbalands
to
red
bottoms
50
bottles
just
a
start
now
that's
how
you
do
it
Carbon
fiber
through
the
Spyder
playin'
rider
music
Ain't
no
question
of
my
resume,
I
gotta
prove
it
Life's
a
bitch
and
I
get
blow
jobs
while
connin'
to
it
Only
money
matters
in
the
game,
fuck
the
fame
I
gotta
eat
dollar
signs,
feed
my
hunger
pain
Music
like
heroin,
leave
you
numb
the
same
Play
me
like
I'm
something
sweet,
be
a
part
of
summer
slayin'
Most
hate
it,
most
doubt
it,
that's
what
they
shout
it
I'm
on
top
now,
there's
nothing
they
can
do
about
it
They
better
have
ya
outdone
'Cause
where
I'm
from,
there
ain't
no
way
around
it
Home
sweet
home
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