Group Home Family

My dick’s like planet Earth, everybody’s on it
Used to kick rhymes for free on street corners
Group Home is the name of my organization
We gets busy like phones without call-waiting
Cold killing them, cold blooded reptilian
To rock, none stop, for the millennium
Listen, everyone in my crew be spitting
Eight niggas deep in a Ford Expedition
I rock ice bigger than boulders
My shine be bright enough to give a nigga Glaucoma
Never sober, breaking it down the hardest
The live artists, that beats dead carcass
The C.I.A. wants to murder me ‘cause verbally
I’m a threat to National Security
With the freestyle instinct, we think quick
And set it off like Jada Pinkett