Killer Mike - Home Of The Brave Lyrics
f/ Slimm Calhoun* send corrections to the typist[Big Boi]YeahIts going all the way downAquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm CalhounJust because your wearing a Braves' jerseydoesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on *****Cool and Dre on the track, run it[Verse 1: Killer Mike]Since last heard I'm still Randy Mossand I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossedand often light green kiss my ass to coffinCut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) andcut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore danceAmbidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friendshit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benzCity corners I've been in a duece double O three BenzI'm sittin' on those dubs twinsI'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rimsIt's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mistaI'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as HitlerI'll getcha[Chorus: repeat 2X]Hey we rep that AA T L A N T A state of G AG A G A home of the bravehome of the brave G A G Ahome of the brave[Verse 2: Killer Mike]I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoeshe work out fit like TaeboGet my findy(?) Air Force Onesshit wait I'm so oldLast one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo'sGettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O.Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your templeI'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limboSouthern fried that's how I ride, creed on simpleKill 'em all let God seperate good from evilYou faggots do it for gloryY'alls just do it for my peopleI'm grand national built beautiful and legal[Chorus][Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]A town down Braves started cap from the land of the madeain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeonWe livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickenstalk bricks, keep an artist strappedFlame throwers got us hot in the spotwreckin these dog tails through red dog stripeIt's like all hell, block cellsmake bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cellWhat you know about the way the whaleskiss it your body scaledI'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mailthen reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-onesWe produce many guns, we spittin' at anyonesDisrespect (?) little bowsand I'll ***** and explode upTake me to the grave, grave, home of the brave[Chorus][Killer Mike]So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight duckedyou can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shitHe the type to ***** a *****rob that *****'s baby brother[Slimm Calhoun]And I'm the type to rip ya ***** leave the shit up under your covers(?) blessing from sinNew recrutes we in it againrap so hard we flippin' againwalkin' dubs on the benz[Killer Mike]One, two, crack fiendthree on boys street jeansFour full blown hit the scenefive like trap (?)Like a thick hoe in sassy jeansrub her right she'll cream***** her right moan and screamkiller kill out on (?)[Slimm Calhoun]Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttonslike 5 5 9 truck somethin'Two glock nines round dumpin'round my hip strap ain't jumpin'Keep my ***** dunkin' somethin'be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'[Chorus] - repeat to fade
