Home Sweet Home Lyrics - H.f.m.2 (hunger For More 2) - Lloyd Banks

Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentley 

Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me 

Shit, lately I've been practicing my gas face 

'Cause that's what I'ma give 'em when they land in last place 

Hand right by the hammer, they ain't too many seeing us 

So they wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth 

My regular sense is piff, currency and cashmere 

You don't drove your bitch your way, I told her she can crash here 

Yeah, I'm counting people like the cashier 

Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my last year 

My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier 

Told me if he can do it again, he'd do it over 

Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out 

'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout 

These rappers ain't iced out, they just fooling 

Running round town fakers, zirconian cubic, niggas 

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Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame 

I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain 

Music like heroin, leave you numb the same 

Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin' 

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it 

I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it 

They better have ya outdone 

'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it 

Home sweet home 

You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face 

You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste 

Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats 

But I shoot back, the Lord ain't designed me for hate 

I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech 

With the whole world watching me, turn the other cheek 

Never, so there's one left to die in the streets 

'Cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach 

Photos 

Try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses 

True Hollywood story, ghetto Todd Bridges 

Different strokes that nigga broke, this nigga reach 

You only read about the cars that I paddle shift 

You only dream about the ho's that I dabble with 

Balcony views, like a postcard, imagine this 

White stones, black steel, cold chrome 

This city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home 

Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame 

I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain 

Music like heroin, leave you numb the same 

Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin' 

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it 

I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it 

They better have ya outdone 

'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it 

Home sweet home 

Niggas, see me where you see me, shit I'm always seen 

Off the Queens magazines, pussy hallway scenes 

Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams 

Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams 

Drugs for the living, Henny paid me for the body 

Crosses for the power, ghetto bitches for the swiley 

Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happening 

Competition got me on the rampage, Jackson 

Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps 

Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped 

Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them 

Bloody heads, turn Timbalands to red bottoms 

50 bottles just a start now that's how you do it 

Carbon fiber through the Spyder playin' rider music 

Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it 

Life's a bitch and I get blow jobs while connin' to it 

Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame 

I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain 

Music like heroin, leave you numb the same 

Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin' 

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it 

I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it 

They better have ya outdone 

'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it 

Home sweet home