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[Cam'ron talking]Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. manTake a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET![Cam'ron]Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shineyI was so damn grimey'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothesOr jewelry wit the X's O'sMy house had espestoesI'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty catMice run around the damn sticky trapCome on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platterThrew it away so I snapped at her, back slapped herShe picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matterHit me, I was back at herCome home where I duck the DT'sLine around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheeseCome on home wit me, where I stand on my postPlay wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toastAnd pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heeferAny beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'Where I begged Kim to have the abortionMoney, brown bag, extortionCaution, where there's tragedy oftenRelax in a coffinAnd the bitch know I'm serious'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya periodSo come home wit meWhere the girls wanna come home wit meThey say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"Love to see the chrome wit meThe car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit meSo come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucksI'm about to cop a +Starbucks+I'm the first one wit hard luckNow I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucksAWWWWW SHUCKS![Juelz Santana]Yo come home wit meTo the streets, the slums, the ghettoesThat's come to meEvery night my girl crying "Come home to me"No! Come home wit meWhere there's so many cops that the block is boilingThe food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boilingSame pot mommy cook wit, left the oil inCome home wit me, where these bitches is fraudsNiggas don't listen to broadsThey have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yoursCome home wit me, where every day the glocks go popWhere the front door is broke, and them locks don't lockCome home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezingWhere niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get evenCome home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind'Cause bitches leave them martians behindPray to God that I'm fineCome on home wit me, come on zone wit meCome on walk through this cold cityWhere these kids need foodNiggas need God, and some bitches need rulesCome on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buckPhonies off, rentings backed upCome on home wit me, niggas strap upHit the streets gats upClap up, and get they money back upCome on home wit me, every block got a crack in itEvery hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in itSo don't get trapped in it[Jim Jones]Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...Leave me aloneSo early I was free to just romeWit 7 keys to the home11 trees to the dome13 I ran the streets wit the chromeCome on home wit me, where the buses don't runAnd my dog stay bustin his gunThink that gettin' caught by justices is funKeep a blade up in they gumsThis is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the doorFiends come coppin' the rawClothes, kicks, socks on the floorMommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"There's some locks on the doorCome on home wit me, grandmothers is 30One gram on that butter is 30Sold grams wit my cousin birdySchool, cutting it earlyDon't stutter motherfuckers you heard meCome on home wit me, these are the factsSteve Francis and Latifah got jackedMike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the faceSauce snatched by the feds, weed was the caseAnd shit he still pleading his caseCome home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"But I wouldn't take them home wit youCome home wit me, get stoned wit meGet zoned wit me, the crome you seeDip set come home wit meUh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santanamore