• Aiyo, come on home wit us man Jersey City U.S.A. man
    Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live,


    Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, Late '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
    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 b***h 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 ***** make star bucks
    I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
    I'm the first one wit hard luck
    Now I'm at the shoe store buying Jordans and chucks

    Yo come home wit me
    To the streets, the slums, the ghetto
    That's home 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 ***** wit some crack in it
    So don't get trapped in it


    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 Jersey, where the f u c k 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 ******** 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 s**t 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