Barbershop 2 Back in Business movie - Make It Home lyrics
rate meSong by Anthony Hamilton<br /><br>
[Chorus - Pusha T]<br>
I ain't in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin<br>
A cat slippin, is a cat drippin<br>
Why I say that? The cat slippin, the mac's spittin, the cat drippin, look in the mirror yous a fat kitten<br>
Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah<br>
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[Verse 1 - Pusha T]<br>
All I wanted growing up was remote controls<br>
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control<br>
Got ghetto corners choking slow<br>
Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!<br>
This one's for my foes<br>
Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him!<br>
I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings<br>
It - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto!<br>
A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket<br>
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it<br>
I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?<br>
Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eye<br>
Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram<br>
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well?<br>
These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+<br>
Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh!<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse 2 - Malice]<br>
They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve<br>
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees<br>
Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve<br>
Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see<br>
Can't hide the truth, decendents of pain<br>
So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein<br>
My game weight grown, this is no fact<br>
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome<br>
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics<br>
Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards<br>
These are higher stakes, this is not average weight<br>
This is not pinching penny's bitch, this is carrot cake<br>
This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros<br>
They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow<br>
But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal'<br>
Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well"<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse 3 - Pusha T]<br>
They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors<br>
Nigga don't make me open yours<br>
Seen hearts beat through, open sores<br>
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore<br>
Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit<br>
He who questions I is unfocused<br>
Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappear<br>
Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push'<br>
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[Malice]<br>
Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he?<br>
Who curse me, curse me? For doing me<br>
It hurts me so, puts me through changes<br>
So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!)<br>
Acts live, but only if you speak the language<br>
...And the rest is Comic View<br>
Star Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to?<br>
You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy!<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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