Home (intro) Lyrics - Erick Sermon

The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York 

Has determined, that the sounds you're about to hear 

can be devestating, to your ear.. 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yeah, uh-huh, huh, Long Island 

Queens.. Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan 

Staten.. Y.O., uhh 

Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter 

The Ving Rhames of rap, it's guns or butter 

I make things happen, rappin 

The game don't want to act right, we kidnap it 

(Get on the floor!) Rob it like Napster 

There's gonna be slow-singin and flower bringin so call the pastor 

The Roger Moore of the rap game 

He's 007, I'm E-Double the veteran, the name 

(Erick!) The way I do it is Mean Joe 

Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet 

On my CD, you won't hear the same 

It's two special guests, and the rest is my name 

You won't hear the bling, or the champagne - nuttin 

You won't hear a nigga on the microphone frontin 

And no love songs, I'm not serenadin 

I'm just narratin the streets on my beats 

I'm a New York nigga, and Strawberry's home 

That's a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger 

Go figure; ch-ch-check out, check out, check out "My Melody" 

Bittin niggaz' style that's a Jayo Felony 

I'm a rap pioneer what you tellin me? 

This ain't hot in the street, so what you sellin me? 

That's a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke 

You a fluke, got proof and that's that 

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Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan (uh-huh) 

Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin? 

"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..) 

It was all good just a week ago 

Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten 

Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin? 

"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..) 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yeah, why didn't you make your own music? 

You thought Down South records'd do it - nope! 

You're you, and that's them 

Look in the mirror, that's you, and that's them - find yourself 

If 'Pac came back he'd be a mad muh'fucker 

Now all y'all proceeds should be goin to his mother 

{?} get your money, your career was cute 

But y'all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors 

The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic 

Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let's fight! 

Ding, there's nuttin more to it 

I'm takin back the city and that key you got to it - yep 

I'm the first one to bounce Down South 

A-T-L in ninety-two, I took that route - uh-huh 

Real recognize real 

Def Squad regime, the rap supreme, that's my team, yeah 

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