Intro: Lil Dap

Straight like that

Brooklyn niggas

Bronx nigga

The 5 borough niggas

Group Home, son, Group Home



{Lil Dap}

I remember when respect was strong like a gun

If you said you were the one brothers would take you out, son

Yo these were the days, snap back and spin the gaige

The numbers agree, it's '99, it's time to get paid

They comin to our aid, now they wanna rock on stage

You didn't listen Chief, when we starvin on the streets

But don't you know, Brooklyn thirty below in the cold

Politicing with my niggas, plottin how to get dough

So Cormel, don't forget, I guess it's time to set it

These things go real, livin in the ghetto you see

They took care of me, gave me my credit cards for free

Why you cats be lying sittin back and cloning MC's

You studio corporate gangstas got the game fucked up

Now we'll redreat, pussy wanna speak the real nuts

I sing for important people who can understand me

I educate myself to visions and sights on the streets

And through my mind, I'm able to fight off anything

The story has been told, now it's time to pull of the stroll

Let's see what they know, about this Group Home flow

I make myself available for these young in the city youth

Slingin the truth, I rap around the train and shoot



Chorus 4X: Lil Dap

You know it's the real Group Home



{Melachi The Nutcracker}

Aiyo, I gotta deal, this stuff is real for the massive bill

That's why people kill, this town is gettin ill, I have to take a chill

I gotta get away, don't have no time to play, at least not today

I'm out for the paper, trying to pull a caper

Do you know what I mean? I'm kickin new flavor

Because times has changed, and people act strange-a