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Bird York Come Home

Come home Come home, stop wandering come home, back to the home of me home, safe inside of my tiny prayers nothing out there can harm me Come home

Come home Come home, stop wandering come home, back to the home of me home, safe inside of my tiny prayers nothing out there can harm me Come home

let me think what I gotta gotta do Should I get the black or the chrome 22 And if a bird try to get out of the cage I bitch down new york times front

West with the Gangstas rollin' South Central L.A. : my home We was out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took

you get home, I'm amped like a part of ya couch Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy Pretty swiftly, 'til them coppers come and get me Tried

, yo, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come

you can't duplicate this [Interlude: Trife Da God] Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home

is the flow, so my styling is employed I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale

all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed