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Cam'ron - Come Home With Me(feat. Jim Jones, Juelz Santana lyrics
[Cam'ron talking]
 Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
 Take 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 shiney
 I was so damn grimey
 'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
 Or jewelry wit the X's O's
 My house had espestoes
 I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
 Mice run around the damn sticky trap
 Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
 Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
 She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
 Hit me, I was back at her
 Come home where I duck the DT's
 Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
 Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post
 Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
 And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer
 Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
 Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'
 Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
 Money, brown bag, extortion
 Caution, where there's tragedy often
 Relax in a coffin
 And the bitch know I'm serious
 'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
 So come home wit me
 Where the girls wanna come home wit me
 They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
 Love to see the chrome wit me
 The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
 Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
 Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
 So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks
 I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
 I'm the first one wit hard luck
 Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
 AWWWWW SHUCKS!
 [Juelz Santana]
 Yo come home wit me
 To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes
 That's come to me
 Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
 No! Come home wit me
 Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
 The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
 Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
 Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds
 Niggas don't listen to broads
 They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yoursCam'ron - Come Home With Me(feat. Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - http://motolyrics.com/camron/come-home-with-me-feat-jim-jones-juelz-santana-lyrics.html
 Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop
 Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
 Come 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 squeezing
 Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
 Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind
 'Cause bitches leave them martians behind
 Pray to God that I'm fine
 Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me
 Come on walk through this cold city
 Where these kids need food
 Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
 Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck
 Phonies off, rentings backed up
 Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
 Hit the streets gats up
 Clap up, and get they money back up
 Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
 Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
 So don't get trapped in it
 [Jim Jones]
 Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
 Leave me alone
 So early I was free to just rome
 Wit 7 keys to the home
 11 trees to the dome
 13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
 Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
 And my dog stay bustin his gun
 Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
 Keep a blade up in they gums
 This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
 Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
 Fiends come coppin' the raw
 Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
 Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
 There's some locks on the door
 Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
 One gram on that butter is 30
 Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
 School, cutting it early
 Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
 Come on home wit me, these are the facts
 Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
 Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
 Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
 And shit he still pleading his case
 Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
 But I wouldn't take them home wit you
 Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
 Get zoned wit me, the crome you see Dip set come home wit me Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa! Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana








