[Lil' Fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back 'fore I push your %#@! back

Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!)
Blaze him (yo, yo)
Blaze him wit a 4 (4)

Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
Cuz ya don't know
BROOKLYN Military Killin every mother$#&@er in sight get hard

w-w-w DOT I-Will-$#&@-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode

^!$$%z gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your $$# cuz you's a mule
We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad

First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy
Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me

I roll through your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could
^!$$% (HOME SWEET HOME)

It ain't nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for ^!$$%s to eat down here
(BROOKLYN)


[Chorus x2]
Home Sweet Home

Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm never alone!!
Brooklyn - Send em back home!
Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at?


[Lord Have Mercy]
Never bring B (B)

R (R)
Double O K (K)
L Y into it

Bring size into it
Sneak 9's into it
Theives rise into it

Seek crime, blow through it
See shines, go to it
Street name

Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)
Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive
You don't know me, and never will

It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build
^!$$%, home of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift wallets

Notorious like Chris Wallace
(BROOKLYN!!)
We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block

Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (^!$$%aaaa)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood

Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon)

[Chorus x2]


[Billy Danze]
Now everybody rise to the occasion

Duck when I'm aiming (First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing
The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in

It ain't nann ^!$$% fadin %#@!
I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine everytime

(*##$, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked $$# cobras
Hollered at (Bum Bum)

Fired at (gun noises)
Fire back every time with my cousin
Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin

Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!)
If you know a ^!$$% as well as me

you better bring a mother$#&@in calvary
Blesssss

[Chorus x2]