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N.O.R.E.

"First Day Home"

Hook (2x):
I just came home
I ain't got no loot
I ain't trying to sell drugs
I ain't trying to shoot
I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Verse 1:
Open day
Now you released
Peace
Back on the streets
You don't want no peace
Need a job or sumthin'
B-4 you start robbin sumthin'
Tryin to be made
Like you in the mob or sumthin'
Extracurricular
Activities swift
You can't
Hit the streets cuz these niggas'll snitch
Your P.O. a foul nigga
And he on ya ass
He wanna violate you
You ain't got no cash
You gotta see him every Tuesday
Before twelve
But fuck that you come late and he send you back
Peep this
One day you made up some shit
You told him
You was late cuz ya moms is sick
He said OK next time I send you away
You better piss in this cup
Get to urinate
You thought he a homo
So baliff analyze
He just turn around
And just pissed out your St. Ides
Then you mapped it, always got a chick attractive
Yo P.O., yo when I'm gonna be inactive
While I'm on weekly
Switch that up
I get a job soon
And you could stitch that up
I'm gon be a rapper
A-yo be real famous
Always on TV
Never sayin' lame shit
Give me some slack
A-yo plus the fact
A-yo I gotta job nigga
Yo I'm gon rap

Hook (2x):
I just came home
I ain't got no loot
I ain't trying to sell drugs
I ain't trying to shoot
I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Talk:
What up boo
Yeah what you mean why I ain't callin you collect
I'm home
Messing with me tonight?
What you mean Trump International
Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'
I ain't got no paper

Verse 2:
If you, want honey better have money
If you, want some ass better get some cash
Its like, when I came home life went too fast
When I, left the streets yo, I was the man
Now I'm comin back home, new face new fam
I got a beard, before I ain't had no hair
On my face, bitches diss me, on the regular
So what, I ain't got a haircut
No new sneakers, I got old ass Timbs
Goin' back to the hood
Playin ball on the same rims
Tellin' niggas I rhyme, let me shine
At block parties, yo at Lefrak Day
Ayo I'm real serious but sell drugs all day
Im gon get on, first track that I spit on
I'm gon lace it, smell me yo, and plus taste it
I get my shit upgraded, yours basic
Now that its on, my girl rock Louie Vuitton
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada
Now that its on, it's like my chick gotta a lotta
Everything she's supposed to
She the only one that I'm close to
Other people is snakes
I got so much beef for these niggas and Jakes
Its like some of them real, but most of em fakes

Hook (2x):
I just came home
I ain't got no loot
I ain't trying to sell drugs
I ain't trying to shoot
I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Talk:
Yo yo yo yo yo, this is a story man
Bout a nigga comin' home man
He ain't tryin to hustle man nahimean
But a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean
A nigga still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his crack
But then he startin' sellin rap
And he's still doin that
Ya RAT BASTARDZ

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