Testo Home Sweet Home

[Kool G. Rap]

Brothers on the corner sellin junk

got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk

You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk

They got so many corners and they got so many spots

And I can't even bump up the block

without the, "Yo man, what you got?"

I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange

He's lookin for a hit for veins

or he'll blow out somebody's brains

Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives

I just found out the candy store's a front

They walk in the candy store

Man G, candy's far from what they want

You might see a pickle or a popsicle

But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels

Honey used to look like a winner

Now she can't even get took to dinner

cause so many dealers ran up in her

Somebody's blood is on the tar

Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar

Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody

broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass

Money got robbed for his bank

They broke in his house and took everything

except the kitchen sink

Little man murdered on the scene

He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17

Granny's damn near pushin 80

A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady

Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone

Yeah, this is my home sweet home



Three card molly, another man to fool

Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals

I'm gettin frisked by the cops

They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top

Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me

but yo I heard she's givin VD

Just when you think the skies are gettin blue

Bang bang -- another brother's split in two

Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger

Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her

She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party

Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body

Sonny boy is goin on the strip

Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip

Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped

and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped

A baby is born and needs lovin

but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven

Cops killin our kids, but they bill us

So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers

Everyday's another risk

I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss

No heat, just pots of hot water

I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order

Man that landlord is the lowest

Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice

I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh

I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home



*door shuts*