Lloyd Banks, Pusha T - Home Sweet Home lyrics

Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater
This what the Lord sent me
Shit lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
Cause that’s what I’ma give 'em when
They land in last place
Hand right by the hammer
Ain't too many seein Santa
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with the fif'
My regular scent is piff, currency
And Cashmere you done drove your bitch away
I told her she can crash here
Yeah I’m counting paper like the cashier
Living like I’m limited
Breathing like it’s my last air
My boy in and out the box
Super stupid soldier
Told me if he could do it
Again he’d do it over
Poverty’s king cobra, squeeze your life out


Cause it's the fatalities and causalities
I should write ’bout
These rappers ain’t iced out
They just fooling niggas
Running round town fakers
Zirconian cubic niggas

Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I’m something sweet
Be apart of summer slaying
Most hate it most doubt it
That's what they shouted i’m on top now
There’s nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns
Cause walking where I’m from
There ain't no way around it home sweet home

You motherfuckers can rap 'til you
Blue in the face
You’ll probably turn into smurfs with
The time that you waste
Throughout history they thrown shots
At the greats but I shoot back
The Lord ain't designed me for hate
I’ve never understood Martin Luther
With the speech
With the whole world watching me
Turn the other cheek?
Never, so there’s one left to
Die in the streets
Cause his long arms happen to
Connect with his reach try to kill you then
Them near misses was God’s kisses
True Hollywood Story, ghetto Todd Bridges
Diff'rent Strokes that nigga broke
This nigga rich you only read about the cars
That I paddle shift
You only dream about the hoes
That I dabble with
Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this
White stones, black steel, cold chrome
This city’s my doormat
Bitch I'm home sweet home

Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I’m something sweet
Be apart of summer slaying
Most hate it most doubt it
That's what they shouted i’m on top now
There’s nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns
Cause walking where I’m from
There ain't no way around it home sweet home

Niggas see me where you see me
Shit I'm always seen
Off the Queens magazines
Pissy hallway scenes
Paying crowds, hunger screams
Pressure crumbles teams
Fuck being humble in the jungle
Where they fumble dreams
Drugs for the living
Henny payment for the body
Crosses for the power
Ghetto bitches for the smiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage
Whats happening?
Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
Keep flirting with death and get
Your horny ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring
Beat respect out them
Bloody heads, turn Timberlands to red bottoms
Fifty bottles just a start now
That's how you do it
Carbon fiber through the Spyder
Playing rider music
Ain't no question of my resume
I gotta prove it life’s a bitch and I get
Blowjobs reclinin' through it

Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I’m something sweet
Be apart of summer slaying
Most hate it most doubt it
That's what they shouted i’m on top now
There’s nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns
Cause walking where I’m from
There ain't no way around it home sweet home