You can say Group Home was lyrically wack.
But why do we know all of their lyrics from start to finish
Yo the world is fallin
death is callin
I don't know .....MC's be brawling
On the mic, when I get hyped
Whenever you want yo whatever you like <--sampled in tracks
bite on my style? i like that
Yo here is your feedback with one smack
Yeah, you know what I'm saying?
no time to be playing cuz these nikkas get the layin
Word yo when I get busy
Here and over there to New York City
One for one, one for all
I'm on the wall my back is on the wall!
SICK THOUGHTS ON MY MIND
WIT NO SELF CONTROL
UP LIFT YA SOUL N MAKE THE BROTHAS WANNA ROLL
16 YEARS OLD WIT A HEARTS THAT GOLD

YO CHK IT CHK IT OUT LIKE DIS HERE WE GO
RUN ROUN THE STREETS COLD STRAPPED LIKE A ALLEY RAT

NOW IM GETTING MUCH PROPS LIKE A FAT CAT
MALACHI THE NUTCRACKA

IM ALWAYS GETTIN BLACKA
PHATA
I BUST A PHAT RHYME TO MAKE YA HEAD SHATTER

IM FROM THE BRONX

NEW YORK CITY

THE BIG FUKIN APPLE WHERE THE nikkaS GET BUSY

GOD BLESS THE DEAD AND GOD REST MY POPS

PEACE TO THE nikkaS GOIN OUT BUSSIN SHOTS







