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    "Home-Vade" Lyrics


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    [chorus] {:13}
    run up in your crib, where you live, let you die
    put you one in the bed home-vade
    duct tape your whole body to you ankles to your wrists
    to your mouth so you can't say shit
    then they want to get cut with the glass
    fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
    never want to mess around like that
    fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
    then they want to get cut with the glass
    fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
    shit themselves get pimped with the glass
    fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass

    [verse one] {:40}
    well mack you know when the jack
    the jack be rippin the scraps
    step aside while i spit at these cats
    the rippity raps, never been a thing to me
    see the fame that it bring to me
    be the nigga with the grains on the napkin
    limpin in the land with the hand on the tech
    chillin with my niggas with the hand on mowett
    raw dawg, up in the spot
    with two fings and we fill 'em with rocks
    still in the spot, a hatter want to test
    introducing the glocks
    gettin close to the two when we pop
    the moodier drops
    screamin with shots, blood oozie and drops
    got in the fuckin lou of the spot
    you know how we play
    gettin head on the freeway
    closin deals on the three-way
    how many niggas you know, could get dough and pimp a hoe
    but never give a fuck what a freak say
    bitch come on!

    [chorus] (repeat) {1:08}

    [verse two] {1:35}
    i'm the same motherfucker that played with it
    yeah i admit it, i did it, i split 'em
    if i gotta do it again then i kill 'em
    same dealin straight killin cap pealin
    for those illin i'd amaze ya and do dealin
    now who realin suicide for the true-izm
    i got two thug niggas with two dealins
    and two more choppers in the house chillin
    and if you feelin that you really can fade this
    i got a room of guns, bigger like the matrix
    it ain't no fake shit nigga in the basement
    straight formulatin, all the world's hatin
    nobody go through to do what ya nigga do
    now ya gotta pay ya due, listen to another fool
    i run with all ya crew baby gotta kill 'em too
    it ain't no mercy when ya fuckin with a nigga juice
    that go for you and you and niggas that don't know too
    come bigger things, if i need to rip you
    ya betta hope that day don't hit you
    'cause ya wife goan be bit fuckin wit a nigga shit
    tryin ta hide all day when i catch you that's it
    and it won't be long till i get to ya bitch
    now ya think I'm wrong, 'cause i kick now da bitch
    man you knew you was wrong, when ya take a nigga shit

    [chorus] (repeat) {2:16}

    [verse three] {2:43}
    what it is another full sized identity?
    you mean to tell me the end a be killin' me?
    you mean to tell me somebody want to finish me?
    you got the tendency missin and want to envy me
    me 'na been coughin' shit get foul
    fucked around the k's got me shot in a while
    niggas don't want they bodies chopped like steak
    cut with the k ya betta move out the way
    and when the k's get to cut cut cuttin all of a sudden
    it feel like the president done pushed the button
    niggas want to got to war?
    where ya gats at?
    nigga where ya sacks at?
    niggas back back, raise a nigga up that
    clack clack, and i want to finish some set, skat skat
    and y'all don't want none of that, at at
    no y'all don't want none of that, at at
    ima as much done safe this year
    one more time, 99 ain't here
    what the kid really come wit?
    comin with the dumb shit ima bring out over here
    i got one to drop them big guns
    and 'a duct tape for your mouth and waist
    wrap ya whole body ain't nothin you can say
    put you in a glad bag, throw your ass away
    niggas got nuts they be keep 'em in line
    smile in my face, steady backin' my rhyme
    i tear your head up, on ser'ous but mine
    how you fittin' cryin you remind the time
    it look like a nigga got cut with glass
    fuck around a nigga have to hide your ass
    run up in your crib bare face no mask
    fuck around a nigga have to hide that ass!

    [chorus] (repeat) {3:37}
    This song was submitted on October 28th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes.
    Written by Otis R. Young, Earnest F. Jackson, Matthew Houston, Tony Castillo.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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