[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

Handcu