First Day Home Lyrics - Melvin Flynt - Da Hustler - Noreaga

Hook (2x): 

I juss came home 

I aint got no loot 

I aint trin' 2 sell drugs 

I aint tryin 2 shoot 

I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit 

But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup 

Verse 1: 

Open day 

Now you release 

Peeps 

Bacc on the streets 

You don't want no peace 

Need a job or sumthin' 

B-4 you start robbin sumthin' 

Tryin 2-b made 

Like you in the mob or sumthin' 

X-tra curicular 

Activities swift 

You can't 

Hit the streets 'cause dese niggas a snitch 

See yo foul nigga 

And he on yo ass 

He wanna violate you 

You aint got no cash 

You gotta see him every Tuesday 

B-4 twelve 

But fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc 

Peep dis 

One day you made up some shit 

You told him 

You was late 'cause ya moms is sicc 

He said ok next time i send you away 

You bettah piss in this cup 

Get to urinate 

You thought he a homo 

So baliff analyze 

He juss turn around 

And juss pissed out your St. Ines 

Reinact it always gotta take attractive 

Ayo P.O. when I'm gon be inactive 

While I'm on weekly 

Switch that up 

I get a job soon 

You could stitch that up 

I'm gon be a rapper 

A-yo be real famous 

Always on TV 

Neva sayin' lame shit 

Give me some slacc 

A-yo plus the fact 

A-yo I gotta job nigga 

Yo I'm gon rap 

Hook (2x): 

I juss came home 

I aint got no loot 

I aint trin' 2 sell drugs 

I aint tryin 2 shoot 

I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit 

But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup 

Talk: 

What up boo 

Yeah what you mean I ain't callin you collect 

I'm home 

You messin' wit me tonite 

What you mean Trump International 

Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin' 

I aint got no paper 

Verse 2: 

If you 

Want honey bettah have money 

If you 

Want some ass bettah get some cash 

Its like 

When I came home life went 2 fast 

When I 

Left the streets yo 

I was the man 

Now I'm comin bacc home 

New face new fam 

I gotta beard 

B-4 I aint had no hair 

On my face 

Used 2 diss me 

On the regular 

So what I aint got a haircut 

No new sneakas 

I got old ass Tim's 

goin' bacc to the hood 

Playin ball on the same rims 

Tellin' niggas I rhyme 

Let me shyne 

At block parties 

Yo I left right day 

A-Yo I'm real serious 

Sell drugs all day 

Im gon get on 

1st tracc that I spit on 

I'm gon lace it 

Smuther you and plus taste it 

I get my shit upgraded 

Yours race it 

Now that its on 

My girl rocc 

Louie Baton/ Gucci/ Bently/ Prada/ Escada 

Now that its on 

It's like my chic gotta alota 

Everything she's supossed 2 

She the only one that I'm close 2 

Otha people is snakes 

I got so much beef for these niggaz on Jakes 

Its like some of 'em real most of 'em fake 

Hook (2x): 

I juss came home 

I aint got no loot 

I aint trin' 2 sell drugs 

I aint tryin 2 shoot 

I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit 

But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup 

Talk: 

Yo yo yo yo, dis a story man 

bout a nigga comin' home man 

he aint tryin to hustle man nahimean 

but a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean 

a nigga still came out on top 

'cause he hustled, he sold his cracc 

but then he startin' sellin rap 

and he's still doin that 

Ya RAT BASTARDZ