Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home-vade, artist - ChaptaAlbum song Street Money Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.02.2001
Record label: Iconz
Song language: English
Home-vade |
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 wanna get cut with the glass |
Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass |
Never wanna mess around like that |
Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass |
Then they wanna 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 |
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 wanna 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! |
(repeat) |
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 thru 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 dont know too |
Come bigger things, if i need to rip you |
Ya betta hope that day dont hit you |
Cuz ya wife goan be bit fuckin wit a nigga shit |
Tryin ta hide all day when i catch you thats it |
And it won’t be long till i get to ya bitch |
Now ya think im wrong, cuz i kick now da bitch |
Man you knew you was wrong, when ya take a nigga shit |
(repeat) |
What it is another full sized identity? |
You mean to tell me the end a be killin' me? |
You mean to tell me somebody wanna finish me? |
You got the tendancy 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 wanna got to war? |
Where ya gats at? |
Nigga where ya sacks at? |
Niggas back back, raise a nigga up that |
Clack clack, and i wanna finish some set, skat skat |
And y’all don’t want none of that, at at |
No y’all dont 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! |
(repeat) |