Make It Home lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C]

[Chorus: Young Buck]
All I wanna do is make it home tonight (Home tonight)
I'm ridin' dirty and yeah, I know wrong from right (Wrong from right)
Only real dope boys really know what it's like (Know what it's like)
To have a trunk full of somethin' that can get a n*gga life (Get a n*gga life)

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Please don't pull me over this time (Yea!)
Cause I ain't even pullin' over this time (Nah)
I'm goin' all out, Murda hand me that 9 (Hey)
Hey Hi-C let these n*ggas know I ain't lyin'

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
It's dry, ain't no pies in the city (It's a drought!)
[?] n*gga profit as I ride with the semi (Yea!)
Lord knows I do it for my lil Cs (Lil Cs)
The bumper of the [?] [?] [?] with ten kеys (I'm on my way)
Feel like sh*t so I gotta hold it down
Take a deep breathе as I cruise through the town
I'm dealin' with patients tryna get back to the Ville
And take you to the hood where I get it how I live (Here we go again)
If I see the police, sh*t, I don't never know
Get too close, sh*t, I might let the Beretta go (Boom!)
This some motherf*ckin' down south dirty sh*t
[?] 8 days later, shipped in 30 bricks (Haha)
[Chorus: Young Buck & Lil Murda]
All I wanna do is make it home tonight
I'm ridin' dirty and yeah, I know wrong from right
Only real dope boys really know what it's like to have a trunk full of somethin' that can get a n*gga life
All I wanna do is make it home tonight
I'm ridin' dirty and yeah, I know wrong from right
Only real dope boys really know what it's like to have a trunk full of somethin' (Yea) that can get a n*gga life

[Verse 3: Lil Murda]
Yea, I got a brick in my lap two pumps in the trunk (Uh-huh)
Ain't never had a license you know I'm finna run (Uh)
The boys come, he like Forrest Gump
I was just (Uh) a minor, cuzz said I owe you one
Toting guns, empty clip just to make it home (Just to make it home)
Hate talkin' to feds, I don't conversate on phones
I still sell zone, I still sell dub and if I ain't got it I can get a n*gga served, and you can get served
Give my n*gga the word, it's get it how you live, Ca$hville, ye ain't heard?
I'm piecing out a bird tryna grind up 30 (I'm on the block)
I got a pocket full of stones, ridin' dirty (Ridin' dirty)
Yea!

[Chorus: Young Buck]
All I wanna do is make it home tonight (Home tonight)
I'm ridin' dirty and yeah, I know wrong from right (Wrong from right)
Only real dope boys really know what it's like (Know what it's like)
To have a trunk full of somethin' that can get a n*gga life so (Get a n*gga life)
All I wanna do is make it home tonight (Home tonight)
I'm ridin' dirty and yeah, I know wrong from right (Wrong from right)
Only real dope boys really know what it's like (Know what it's like)
To have a trunk full of somethin' that can get a n*gga life (Get a n*gga life)