[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Home Sweet Funeral Home, n***a that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome
For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'Cause fuckin' with the Pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's Home Sweet Funeral Home, n***a that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome
For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'Cause fuckin' with this click'll get your arms folded

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Who bet they best against mine? I press the rest and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that head the headlines, since Pro Ked times
I used to catch shines, rock 'em when I see you next time
Never regret a threat, I meant mine, soon as I let the infrared shine
Everybody know it's hit the deck time
Don't go against mine, I make a wino bleed red wine
Sometimes my own people slick talk, tryna test mine
Get out of line, so I give 'em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect mine, light weighted but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I bench press a TEC-9
I'm known for holdin' big shit, the last time I showed the biscuit
I made this dude sweat enough bullets to load a clip with
When cops drop warrants and try to get me bagged up
All they hear on their walkie-talkies is, "I need back up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll with more n***as than slave masters
[Verse 2: Jinx]
Time to retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like I'm Moses made
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper clappers
Try to attack us, we break y'all down like y'all common factors
Better heed, that's when the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, I feed
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers better quoting my name
The juvenille straight from Brooklyn, where the slugs is the same
So play you're position, stuff that I mention, grab their attention
Like a magnet to somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flinchin'
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or never
'Cause when I get in the door, bringin' drama cuz my rhymes is better

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Home Sweet Funeral Home, n***a that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome
For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'Cause fuckin' with the Pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's Home Sweet Funeral Home, n***a that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, six blown in your chest and dome
For tryna hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'Cause fuckin' with this click'll get your arms folded

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
Eulogy preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You miniature, send crazy baby, fifths is to finish ya
Bust shots to limit ya, plush Glocks to hemorrhage ya
What cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
The end of the back in forth beef I walk the streets, never be prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the senator
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not been ten of us murderers turnin' your street into a cinema
Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm heeming them
Max 100 gats send him the minimum
Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step back and spit the taurus
Take your moms and chick and hit the Florist
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G and Scarfo
Turnin' yo body weight to cargo
While I stretch ya, ya bet ya like Fargo
Harps played in the dark like he was Harpo
Get your hit quicker than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scarf with the Cartiers and Borsalino
Scammin' the profits in casinos
Knock wigs off like therapy wit chemo