Tytuł: Nothin like home

• Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
• Wyświetleń: 163

  
   Yeah man..you know...2002 man...approachin' 2003 man...where we takin'
  this man?...where we headed for the future man...whats the resolution?
  
  Verse 1: (Prodigy)
  
  Wealth, health, and happiness nigga
  keep me from runnin' 'round clappin' these niggas
  sometimes you gotta just handle your business
  fuck it, it's on me, rounds of shots for niggas
  punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
  jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
  livin' like the pharoah Tut, I'm blessed with life
  so I breathe deep and give praise to the most high
  then I, get fresh for a new day
  I eat broccoli for breakfast and smoke my trees
  turn on the flat screen to C-Span
  see the elite strength, attorney general slowly gettin' bills passed
  prophecies comin' to pass
  we gotta survive this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at
  I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that
  I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap.
  
  Chorus (both)
  
  I traveled the World, and been alot of places
  believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
  and if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama?
  who's gonna clap that chrome?
  nobody like you, somebody like me
  when death I'm ready for it in Threes
  and me off point? c'mon now nigga please
  I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those trees
  
  Verse 2: (Havoc)
  
  Saw alot of niggas die, some niggas survived
  and those that did did it by the skin of their hide
  dodgin' that long ride, the four-fifth aimed at 'em
  and knew to fall back when them slugs came at 'em
  on the real, for me to be here tellin' ya'll this
  is like dice, then I rolled that Four-Five-Six
  and never lost ever since, though I took that big pinch
  my Brother passed away, 24/7 I was bent
  drunk in my pain, alot of friends went and then came
  and those that stayed understood a nigga pain
  and for a niggas problems had noone to point the blame
  I was my own worst enemy goin' against the grain
  somewhere along the line them pieces had to get grabbed
  all this money plus family, shit wasn't that bad
  all you little shorties runnin' 'round like shits sweet
  just remember these words from the M-O-double-B.
  
  Chorus -
  
  Verse 3: (Littles)
  
  I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out these dark days
  whether together or we part ways
  I got a promise to that boy tatted on my arm
  three strong, man, the heat's still lukewarm
  who can you trust when your friends wanna pop your safe?
  you let him stash in your place, now you watch his waist
  vision the days, hear the ghost whisper
  dogs we left in the past, brought back now here with us
  cross my heart, let the haze linger
  pour out a little liquor, knowin' God took a good nigga
  Thousand dollar slippers skirt from the scene he was just a worker, dog,
  you were his every dream
  I kissed his face like I never knew 'em
  it was me, once upon a time when life was ruined
  now the mink rope chain sparklin'
  jumpin' out of bed, Thousand dollar slippers slidin' huggin' the
  carpets.
  
  Chorus