Come Home With Me

[Cam'Ron] Ah yo, come on home with us man Harlem World USA man Take a walk with us on our block man See how we live Dip-sect Yo, yo Come on home with me, early 90's I wasn't pearly and shinning, I was certainly grimy Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes,or jewerly with the X O My house had asbestos, though 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 the bat like Maguire For that matter hit me, I was back at her Come home where I ducked the DT 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 mayonase 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 rapidly flossing Where I beg Kim to have the abortion Money brang back extortion, caution There ain't no track in the office Relax in the 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 And say Cam "If you need dome, hit me"", love to see the chrome whippy The car a quarter mill, 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 Starbucks I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed on my hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying car trucks Awww shucks [Juelz Santana] Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto That's home to me, everynight 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 everyday the Glocks go pop Where the front doors 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 they cheekin, ripped to pieces Our kids get even, come home with me Don't leave your condoms behind Cause them bitches leave there 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 Rules Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks Phone is off, rent is backed up Come on home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up Come on 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 [Jimmy Jones] Come on home with me, where my parents Would 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 there guns (Billllllllllllappppppp) Think that getting caught by Justice is fun? Keep a blade up the in the gum, this is Harlem World Where the fuck is you from? Uh Come on home with me every few minutes, was a knock on 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 the locks on the door? Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30 One gram on that butter is 30 4 grand is my cut from the birdy, school cutting it early Don't stutter mothafuckers 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 thats 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-sect, come home with me Dip sect nigga, jim jones freaky zekey juelz santana blak a don dipomatic We comin for ya 2 double 1 Bllllllllllapppppp For life hold that down and what Harelm, Harlem, Harlem