Smif-N-Wessun - “Home Sweet Home”
[Emcee(s): Tek and Steele]
[Producer(s): Baby Paul and Steele]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): Roy Ayers Ubiquity - “We Live In Brooklyn, Baby” (0:12)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): Bo Diddley - “Hit or Miss” (0:01)]

[Intro: Tek]
Yo, it’s straight up for all the cannabis and cheeba smokers out there in Bucktown, we’re doing like this. Check it out

[Verse 1: Tek]
This is the story of a place that we call home
Where the kids pack heat when it’s time to roam
Everybody’s on a scramble, life’s a gamble
Hopping on the white horse, trying to get a handle
On the fast pace that we call the last race
Step with precaution when you enter this place
We got a spot on every block to make your dreams come true
Just come correct with the snaps is all you do
Don’t come crying broke, still trying to cop the dope
What parts of no do not you understand bro?
We can’t afford to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, MAC-10s bought
Or even caught from them deceased-ass hustlers, and we
Still got the pound for y’all living motherfuckers
What goes around comes back to the roots
See you at the revolution in Crooklyn, troop

[Hook]
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We trying to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby

[Verse 2: Steele]
Another day, another dollar dead
Pigs rushing the crib to catch a collar, now I’m fed what I
Face now, me and my peoples taste ground, staying
Face-down while K-9 sniffs around. What they
Found was irrelevant to we ‘cause
They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us
Now I got more pigs rushing we, hand-
-cuffing me, taking hold of we into custody
For questioning ‘bout some boy resting in peace
After going through the bullshit, we get released
And hit the streets, where the war still on for all of y’all
‘Cause they kept Rule locked behind the wall
No time at all to fake no jax (No jax). Perhaps when
The gat spin, niggas won’t even know what happened
I’ll be glad when my man come home, getting his own
Motherfuckers, grab your chron’

[Hook]
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We trying to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
Our time is now

[Verse 3: Tek]
The eyes read time as lead treads spine
Currency change hands from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk, bullshit floats on water
Pager going off, call coming from headquarters
I was told if the secret code appears
It means some bwoy wan’ dead, prepare for warfare

[Verse 4: Steele]
Fuck the truce
We bringing the noose for your loose talk
So think smart or rest in parts if you do start
I fucks with the poor, so fuck being rich. Word is bond
There’s a motherfucking war going on
Stand strong on your own two, mister
Or come confront the Grim Ripper
Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
Bloody red eyes from puffing on the black weeds (On creep)
He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle
That’ll be a tale you won’t live to tattle

[Verse 5: Tek]
Salute to each and every hood, label, troop
Doing what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has come for Armageddion
Give nurture to your seeds and load up your guns, dun
I’m catching vibes that something ain’t right
Getting little hints, stomach’s feeling uptight
Damn, these little nappy-head, G-Train bastards
Running ‘round town with the chrons, tryna blast shit
Ain’t nothing sweet like the dark streets of Bed-Stuy
Creep through population, ending up in C.I

[Verse 6: Steele]
Take a ride through the Flatbush side, see the dread in
The court for support, hit we off with the lye. Now
Slide through the ‘Ville, Seth Low
Say hello to the fam, then stick to K.I.M. as planned
Toward the east, something’s going on, so burn
The buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong

[Hook]
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We trying to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
Our time is now
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We trying to make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby