Group Home - Oh Sweet America lyrics

Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my back
It's going on black
And I'm out to get mines
Bust in the place with a New York rhyme
Yo some people are mindless
And don't know what the time is
Mess around with the wrong one
And get expired i'm gettin fired
Offa the smoke and the blunts
Killin big bids offa a gangsta hunt
Don't front
What do you want? I push a trick with a stunt
We got out of town hit's
And like George likes Pit's
Cuz I flex with a Polo around my wrist
Nothing changed

Uh, my bad decision in the game
Got me flippin on cats now that I'm back
Puttin Brooklyn down on the map
Cuz you know this camera's on me
And my sons right now pimpin our sounds
Watch how we Tear Shit Down
I cause blow a catastrophe, I master thee
The game of rap, so don't fuck with Dap
I dance with my track
You bust you neen, I bust my nena back
Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks
With enough contacts
To blow my enemies off the map
If they try to attack

Oh Sweet America, how could it be?
Can't see my people dying in
The streets no more
Got to hustle from the bottom
Just to feed the poor
Understanding what's right
Realizing what's wrong
(second time, the last line gets left out)

Yo I salute the mic, when I take flight
Plus my styles real hype
And I'm feeling allright
So go with the flow
Let's see what all of you know
I flip like GI joe, with mad potential
I'm about to get mine
You know it's about that time
My people losing their mind
Off the Group Home rhyme murdering crime
People on the streets playing for keeps
Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the creep
Who care? I guess that everyone is scarred
Better be preparred, cuz the worst is near
The Group Home is here
Open your ears and stand clear
Crack your bears
We've been doing this for years

How could it be? Cuz if you bust for me
I have to bust for you
These old school rules
Got me spittin lyrics at you
I'm thinking hard and serious and
Going back to the time
When cats were scarred to death to
Even say that they rhyme
Cuz it was off the meters
Niggas had to throw their dick beaters
Block parties with heaters
No crooked to feed us
It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a year
But between the nonsense we'll drop
A jewel this year keep your eyes open
Stoppin off the ends when we rock
Poppin your clutch
And starving mc's to rock
And walk with fear
Keepin my momentum in gears excess is near
My niggas can smell it in your ear
2000 and beyond, Group Home are bombing ya
Son my crew number one, no competion