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[Cam'ron talking] Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET! [Cam'ron] Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney I was so damn grimey 'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes Or jewelry wit the X's O's My house had espestoes I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat Mice run around the damn sticky trap Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter Hit me, I was back at her Come home where I duck the DT's Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA! Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin' Where I begged Kim to have the abortion Money, brown bag, extortion Caution, where there's tragedy often Relax in a coffin And the bitch know I'm serious 'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period So come home wit me Where the girls wanna come home wit me They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!" Love to see the chrome wit me The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50 Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60 Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+ I'm the first one wit hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks AWWWWW SHUCKS! [Juelz Santana] Yo come home wit me To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes That's come to me Every night my girl crying "Come home to me" No! Come home wit me Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds Niggas don't listen to broads They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin' Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+ Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind 'Cause bitches leave them martians behind Pray to God that I'm fine Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me Come on walk through this cold city Where these kids need food Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck Phonies off, rentings backed up Come on home wit me, niggas strap up Hit the streets gats up Clap up, and get they money back up Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it So don't get trapped in it [Jim Jones] Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um... Leave me alone So early I was free to just rome Wit 7 keys to the home 11 trees to the dome 13 I ran the streets wit the chrome Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run And my dog stay bustin his gun Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun Keep a blade up in they gums This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from? Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door Fiends come coppin' the raw Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!" There's some locks on the door Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30 One gram on that butter is 30 Sold grams wit my cousin birdy School, cutting it early Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me Come on home wit me, these are the facts Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case And shit he still pleading his case Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you" But I wouldn't take them home wit you Come home wit me, get stoned wit me Get zoned wit me, the crome you see Dip set come home wit me Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa! Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana

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