Testo Home sweet home Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

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 cant even bump up the block
Without the, yo man, what you got?
Im walkin past somebody lookin strange
Hes lookin for a hit for veins
Or hell blow out somebodys brains
Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy stores a front
They walk in the candy store
Man g, candys 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 cant even get took to dinner
Cause so many dealers ran up in her
Somebodys 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, hes only 17
Grannys damn near pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause its 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
Im gettin frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black mans top
Up in apartment 3g, this sweetie named didi wants to see me
But yo I heard shes givin vd
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another brothers split in two
Cant sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughters a swinger, you cant change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealers 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 whats more worse, the killer cops or the cop killers
Everydays another risk
Im even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
No heat, just pots of hot water
Im walkin eight flights up, the elevators 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
Im gettin kicked out of my home sweet home

*door shuts*