Home Of The Brave - Slimm Calhoun Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

(Big Boi) 

Yeah 

Its going all the way down 

Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun 

Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey 

doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch 

Cool and Dre on the track, run it 

(Verse 1: Killer Mike) 

Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss 

and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed 

and often light green kiss my ass to coffin 

Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and 

cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance 

Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends 

hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz 

City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz 

I'm sittin' on those dubs twins 

I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims 

It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista 

I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler 

I'll getcha 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

Hey we rep that A 

A T L A N T A state of G A 

G A G A home of the brave 

home of the brave G A G A 

home of the brave 

(Verse 2: Killer Mike) 

I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe 

she work out fit like Taebo 

Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones 

shit wait I'm so old 

Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's 

Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O. 

Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple 

I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo 

Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple 

Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil 

You faggots do it for glory 

Y'alls just do it for my people 

I'm grand national built beautiful and legal 

Photos 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun) 

A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made 

ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon 

We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens 

talk bricks, keep an artist strapped 

Flame throwers got us hot in the spot 

wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe 

It's like all hell, block cells 

make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell 

What you know about the way the whales 

kiss it your body scaled 

I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail 

then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones 

We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones 

Disrespect (?) little bows 

and I'll cock and explode up 

Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave 

(Chorus) 

(Killer Mike) 

So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight ducked 

you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit 

He the type to fuck a bitch 

rob that bitch's baby brother 

(Slimm Calhoun) 

And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers 

(?) blessing from sin 

New recrutes we in it again 

rap so hard we flippin' again 

walkin' dubs on the benz 

(Killer Mike) 

One, two, crack fiend 

three on boys street jeans 

Four full blown hit the scene 

five like trap (?) 

Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans 

rub her right she'll cream 

Fuck her right moan and scream 

killer kill out on (?) 

(Slimm Calhoun) 

Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons 

like 5 5 9 truck somethin' 

Two glock nines round dumpin' 

round my hip strap ain't jumpin' 

Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin' 

be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin' 

(Chorus) - repeat to fade