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Mobb Deep

Genres: Hip-Hop

Nothing Like Home [explicit Album Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Yeah man, you know 2002, man 

You know approachin' 2003, man 

Where we takin' this man? 

Where we headed for the future, man 

What's the resolution? 

 

Wealth, health, and happiness, nigga 

Keep me from runnin' 'round clappin' these niggas 

Sometimes you gotta just handle your business 

Fuck it, it's on me, rounds of shots for niggas 

 

Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral ceilings 

Jmpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars 

Livin' like the pharaoh Tut, I'm blessed with life 

So I breathe deep and give praise to the most high 

 

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Then I get fresh for a new day 

I eat broccoli for breakfast and smoke my trees 

Turn on the flat screen to C-Span, see the elite strength 

Attorney General slowly gettin' bills passed 

 

Prophecies comin' to pass 

We gotta survive this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at 

I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that 

I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap 

 

I traveled the world, and been a lot of places 

Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home 

And if you want somethin' done you gotta do it yourself 

You got drama, who's gonna clap that chrome? 

 

Nobody like you, somebody like me 

When death I'm ready for it in Threes 

And me off point? C'mon now nigga, please 

I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those tree 

 

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Saw a lot of niggas die, some niggas survived 

And those that did, did it by the skin of their hide 

Dodgin' that long ride, the four-fifth aimed at 'em 

And knew to fall back when them slugs came at 'em 

 

On the real, for me to be here tellin' ya'll this 

Is like dice, then I rolled that Four-Five-Six 

And never lost ever since, though I took that big pinch 

Brother passed away, 24/7 I was bent 

 

Drunk in my pain, a lot of friends went and then came 

And those that stayed understood a nigga pain 

And for a niggas problems had no one to point the blame 

I was my own worst enemy goin' against the grain 

 

Somewhere along the line them pieces had to get grabbed 

All this money plus family, shit wasn't that bad 

All you little shorties runnin' 'round like shits sweet 

Just remember these words from the M O double B, gonna swear 

 

I traveled the world, and been a lot of places 

Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home 

And if you want somethin' done you gotta do it yourself 

You got drama, who's gonna clap that chrome? 

 

Nobody like you, somebody like me 

When death I'm ready for it in Threes 

And me off point? C'mon now nigga please 

I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those tree 

 

I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out 

These dark days whether together or we part ways 

I got a promise to that boy tatted on my arm 

Three strong, man, the heat's still lukewarm 

 

Who can you trust when your friends wanna pop your safe? 

You let him stash in your place, now you watch his waist 

Vision the days, hear the ghost whisper 

Dogs we left in the past, brought back now here with us 

 

Cross my heart, let the haze linger 

Pour out a little liquor, knowin' God took a good nigga 

Thousand dollar slippers skirt from the scene 

He was just a worker, dog, you were his every dream 

 

I kissed his face like I never knew 'em 

It was me, once upon a time when life was ruined 

Now the mink rope chain sparklin' jumpin' out of bed 

Thousand dollar slippers slidin' huggin' the carpets 

 

I traveled the World, and been alot of places 

Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home 

And if you want somethin' done you gotta do it yourself 

You got drama, who's gonna clap that chrome? 

 

Nobody like you, somebody like me 

When death I'm ready for it in Threes 

And me off point? C'mon now nigga, please 

I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those tree 

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