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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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