[Intro: Cam'ron]

Ayo, come on home with us, man

Harlem World, USA, man

Take a walk with us on our block man

See how we live

Dipset

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Yo, yo, uh

Come on home with me, early '90s

It wasn't pearly and shiny, I was certainly grimy

'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes

Or jewelry with the X-O's, my house had asbestos

I'm fixing up a sixty pack

Where the kitty cat? Mice run around the damn sticky trap

Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter

Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her

She picked up a bat like McGwire

For that matter hit me, I was back at her

Come home where I ducked the DTs

Line around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese

Come on home with me, where I stand on my post

Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonnaise and toast and pepper

Many nights I done slept with a heifer

Any beef came, it left on a stretcher, Killa

Come on home with me, where they rap and be flossin'

Where I begged Kim to have the abortion

Money bring back extortion, caution

Ain't no tracking an orphan, relax in a coffin

And the bitch know I'm serious, 'cause I'm never scared, ma

Unless you miss your period, so come home with me

Where the girls wanna come home with me

They say "Cam, if you need dome, hit me" (Fuck out of here)

Love to see the chrome whippy

The car a quarter mil', on the wheels I done blown fifty

Dice game blown fifty, Jones loan sixty

Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me

So come home with me, where a nigga make star bucks

I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed all my hard luck

Now I'm at the dealer buying cars, trucks

Aw shucks

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Come home with me

To the streets, the slums, the ghetto, that's home to me

Every night my girl crying, "Come home to me"

No, come home with me, where it's so many cops

The block is boiling and the food is spoiled

But that pot with the rock is boiling

Same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in

Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds

Niggas don't listen to broads

They have you sitting in court for kids that ain't yours

Come home with me, where every day the Glocks go pop

Where the front door's broke and them locks don't lock

Come home with me, dog, where the beef is seeking

Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treating

Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing

Niggas twist ya cheek in, rip to pieces

Our kids get even, come home with me

Don't leave your condoms behind

'Cause them bitches leave the martians behind

Pray to God that I'm fine, come on home with me

Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city

Where these kids need food (That's right)

Niggas need guidance and bitches need rules

Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks (What else?)

Phone is off, rent is backed up (Uh-huh)

Come home with me, niggas strap up

Hit the street, gats up, clack up and get they money back up

Come home with me, every block got a crack in it

Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it (What else?)

Don't get trapped in it

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

Uh, come on home with me

Where my parents would, um

Leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam

Seven keys to the home, Eleven trees to the dome

Thirteen, I ran the streets with the chrome (Boom)

Come on home with me, where the buses don't run

And my dogs stay busting they gun (Brra)

Think that getting caught by Justice is fun?

Keep a blade up in they gums

This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?

Uh, come on home with me

Every few minutes, was a knock at the door

Fiends coming copping the raw, clothes, kicks, socks on the floor

Mommy like, "Be quiet 'cause I really think them cops at the door"

"Is them locks on the door?"

Come on home with me, where grandmothers is thirty

One gram of that butter is thirty

Four grand is my cut from the birdy

School, cutting it early

Don't stutter, motherfuckers you heard me, uh

Come on home with me, these are the facts

Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked

Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face

Sarge snatched by the Feds, we was the case

No shit, he still pleading his case, come home with me

Hoes say, "That's Jones with you?"

"What, I wouldn't take him home with you"

Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me

The chrome you see, the Jones you see

Dipset, come home with me, uh

[Outro: Jim Jones]

Dipset nigga, Jim Jones, Capo status

Killa, Freekey Zekey, Juelz Santana

Blaka the don, Diplomatic

We comin for y'all, two double one, brra

For life, hold that down and what

Harlem, Harlem, Harlem, uh