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[Lil Fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back fore I push your shit back
Yo, we re here to put it down with the Lord (I m wit dat!!)
Blaze him (yo, yo)
Blaze him wit a 4 (4)
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
Cuz ya don t know
BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard
w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I m in Flipmode
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you s a mule
We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like I m, oh my Lord...Have Mercy
Please talk to Little Fame cuz he s fixing to merk me
I roll through your hood like it s my hood
And won t have a second thought about if I could
Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME)
It ain t nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
(BROOKLYN)

[Chorus]2x
Home Sweet Home
Clack Clack Salute Salute I m never alone!!
Brooklyn - Send em back home!
Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at?

[Lord Have Mercy]
Never bring B (B)
R (R)
Double O K (K)
L Y into it
Bring size into it
Sneak 9 s into it
Theives rise into it
Seek crime, blow through it
See shines, go to it
Street name
Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)
Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive
You don t know me, and never will
It s cold streets, don t approach me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift wallets
Notorious like Chris Wallace
(BROOKLYN!!)
We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block
Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C mon)

[Chorus]2x

[Billy Danze]
Now everybody rise to the occasion
Duck when I m aiming (First family!)
Yeah, it s so amazing
The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in
It ain t nann nigga fadin shit
I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine everytime
Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You ll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
Hollered at (Bum Bum)
Fired at (gun noises)
Fire back every time with my cousin
Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin
Gunning, you ll see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!)
If you know a nigga as well as me
you better bring a motherfuckin calvary
Blesssss

[Chorus]2x

In the winding down hours
I let your heart down again
(What did I do to make a scene so gory?)
(I m no better than the ones before me)
Old habits die hard
I always end up hating the end
(What did I do to make a scene so...

Dzień, mam ten dzień
Przed oczami tak jak wczoraj
Byłaś tylko moja.
Tak myślałem, nie wiedziałem
Że to skończy się aż tak...

Padał śnieg, wielkie płatki żalu
Kiedy ty odleciałaś z kraju
Prosto w słońce, na dwa miesiące.
Wtedy tak mówiłaś...

You lay on your bed this night
Your eyes stir on the walls
There s no one beside you anymore
And you feel alone

A candle burns in your room
Rains keeps falling on your past
No hope for a better life
And you feel paralyzed

A black tear falls from your eyes
You hold the razor blade in...

Sunshine takes me
To a place where
I’m living free

Something in your eyes
Is telling me
This is where I want to be

But I never thought it would be
So

Sweet, sweet, sweet
The way you...

Chorus:

Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade

[Da Brat]
If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat
If you work may let s say we skip the foreplay...