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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's
My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack
Where the kitty cat, mice runnin' 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 mayonaise 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 leave, don't 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
Aww shucks

Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto
That's home to me, everynight my girl crying to come home with 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 roofs
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

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
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?
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 punch 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, [Incomprehensible], Killa
Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana
Blak A Don Dipomatic
We comin' for ya 2 double 1
For life hold that down and what
Harlem, Harlem, Harlem
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's   My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack   Where the kitty cat, mice runnin' 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 mayonaise 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 leave, don't 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   Aww shucks      Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto   That's home to me, everynight my girl crying to come home with 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 roofs   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      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   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?   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 punch 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, [Incomprehensible], Killa   Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana   Blak A Don Dipomatic   We comin' for ya 2 double 1   For life hold that down and what   Harlem, Harlem, Harlem