, I?m Comin? Home By The Skin of My Teeth, I?m Comin? Home By The Soul of My Feet, You Know I?m Comin? Home I?m Comin? Home, But I Ain?t Comin? For You
I'm comin' home By the skin of my teeth, I'm comin' home By the soul of my feet, you know I'm comin' home I'm comin' home, but I ain't comin' for you
I?m Comin? Home By The Skin of My Teeth, I?m Comin? Home By The Soul of My Feet, You Know I?m Comin? Home I?m Comin? Home, But I Ain?t Comin? For You
me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row records
the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart So when they come home, the come home
weed tastes like wood and you should, recognize life is more important every second that goes by, it's only getting shorter we order death at the burger stand murder
pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already in progress Home invasions like Asian got me obsessed
a hard hat hangin low over my eyes And the briefcase right by my side 9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know That all of my murderers Heard of this
Yeah!!! That's the beat right there. I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit. So don't try this at home, yo. Yo, yo, yo My style
. Listen [Verse 1:] You can't see my pain Shit, I smile too much Meanwhile, anger and anxiety is pilin' up I lost my job, now what? Bills comin' by the
merkin [Chorus: x2] It's some gangsta shit, that's going down Homicide, straight murder/homicide It's some gangsta shit, here in this town Straight murder
we got about 16 20's that will be 32 muthafuckas comin off up in your ass nigga [Chorus x2] [AK 47] Comin quick with the 17 hot ones, acommodated by
(feat. Afta Maff) Are you ready for death? Here's your cemetery plot [Kamikaze] Animosity pushes me to killa dreams in my sleep - Fatal thoughts of
real muthafuckin' gangstas All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve
and swerve and Henessey seepin' down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep) See the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots Then, niggas goes (home
[(Wyclef) Lauryn in parentheses] Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp unh! Ahh!) Yo...It never stops, what?! We comin' back! (Murder dat buoy!)
(feat. C-Murder, Fiend, Gotti, KLC, Melchior) [C-Murder] Say Magic bruh, we got the click in here. We goin represent. Get in line in this motherfucker
