First Day Home

(album: Melvin Flynt - Da Hustler - 1999)

[Hook x2:]
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint tring 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm trying 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 sumthing
B-4 you start robbin sumthing
Tryin 2-b made
Like you in the mob or sumthing
X-tra curicular
Activities swift
You can't
Hit the streets cuz 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 cuz 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 saying lame shit
Give me some slacc
A-yo plus the fact
A-yo I gotta job nigga
Yo I'm gon rap

[Hook x2:]
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint tring 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm trying 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 messing wit me tonite
What you mean Trump International
Nah I was thinking more like a walk or sumthing
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
going bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the same rims
Telling 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 x2:]
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint tring 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm trying 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 coming 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
cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc
but then he starting sellin rap
and he's still doin that
Ya RAT BASTARDZ