G Rap began working with DJ Polo in 1986, releasing several underground hit singles including "It's a Demo"/"I'm Fly." Two other singles, "Streets of New York" and "Road to the Riches," received heavy rotation on Yo! MTV Raps and cemented his reputation as one of New York's top lyrical auteurs. His talent for telling a compelling, hard-luck story in a single song was considered second to only that of Rakim. While G Rap grew in popularity, he never crossed over like Biz Markie or Big Daddy Kane, both also members of the Juice Crew.
G Rap began a solo career in the mid-1990s, released 4,5,6. This and subsequent LPs saw little attention from critics or consumers, and G Rap began collaborating with others. Signing to Rawkus Records, G Rap launched a comeback with 2002's The Giancana Story. "Giancana" also is said by Kool G Rap to be the "G" in his name in the song "Drama". The album was well-received without commercial success.
In 2008 he released Half a Klip on Chinga Chang Records, featuring production from DJ Premier and Marley Marl, among others. His 2011 album Riches, Royalty, Respect showcased his true to form style and lyricism.
Home Sweet Funeral Home
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
[Papoose]
Who bet they best against mine?
I press the west and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake times
I used ta catch shines
Rockin' when I see you next time
Neva but greater threat, I make mine
Soon as I let the infared shine
Everybody know it's hit the deck time
Don't go against mine
I make a whino bleed red wine
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so I give em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect mine
Light weighted but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9
I'm known for holdin' big shit
The last time I showed the biscuit
I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll wit more niggas than slave masters
[Jinx]
Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper clappers
Shotter wit tecs, we break y'all down like y'all common factors
Steady heat, that's when the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feet
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers betta code in my name
The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
So play you're position, stop it, I makes you grab their attention
Like a magnet ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or never
Cuz when I get in the door, bringin' drama cuz my rhymes is betta
[Chorus]
Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded
[Kool G Rap]
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the image of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the senator
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' your street into a cinema
Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
Max wit hundred gats and I'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step back
And spit the torris in yo moms and chick won't trist ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G scar fold
Turnin' yo body weight ta cargo
While I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps played in the dark like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the profits in casinos
Knock wigs off like therapy wit kimo
The lyrics to Kool G Rap's song "Home Sweet Funeral Home" are a reflection of the violent and dangerous lifestyle of gangsters and rappers in America. The chorus sets the tone for the rest of the song, as it talks about how anyone who tries to resist the group ends up dead and displayed in a funeral home. The lyrics of each rapper focus on their individual experiences in the criminal underworld, with references to carrying guns and committing crimes to protect their reputation and territory.
Papoose's verse boasts about his abilities to outmatch anyone who dares to challenge him. He is confident in his skills with a firearm and claims he can make a "whino bleed red wine." He also references how even his own people sometimes try to test him, but he does not hesitate to give them a "deadline" if they get out of line. Jinx's verse continues this theme of aggression, stating that he does not play games and "makes you grab their attention" when he approaches. He also refers to himself as a "juvenile straight from Brooklyn" with a mission to take over the rap industry.
Kool G Rap's verse is the most violent of all and ends the song with a terrifying image of carnage. He talks about his ability to commit murder with ease, using his "plush glocks" to "hemorrhage" his victims. He boasts about his legal counsel connections, which keep him out of prison despite his criminal activity, and even references infamous mob boss Carlo Gambino. The song sends a message that those who live by the sword will die by the sword, and it warns anyone who dares to challenge this group that they will meet their end in a funeral home.
Line by Line Meaning
Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
This is where you end up if you mess with us
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
We'll make sure you're buried with six bullets in you
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
You tried to keep up with us, but you failed
Cuz fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms folded
Don't mess with Papoose or you'll end up injured
Who bet they best against mine?
Who thinks they can beat me?
Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake times
I committed serious crimes and made a lot of money
I used ta catch shines, rockin' when I see you next time
I used to be flashy and show off my wealth
Soon as I let the infared shine, everybody know it's hit the deck time
As soon as I pull out my gun, everyone knows to get down
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
Even my own friends try to test me with their words
Get outta line, so I give em deadlines, even disrespectful respect mine
If someone disrespects me, I will punish them and make sure they respect me in the future
I don't lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9
I may not work out, but I can handle a gun with ease
Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they holdin' weight
It's time to fight back against those who think they're tough
I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas like a Moses maid
I made a big impact and left a lasting impression
Steady heat, that's when the juvy proceed, I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feet
I am a skilled rapper who can make others bleed with my lyrics
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers betta code in my name
I am not joking around, other rappers better recognize and acknowledge me
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
The police want to catch me, but I will not be imprisoned
I roll wit more niggas than slave masters
I have a large group of friends and allies
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a enema
You were lying and should have come clean
Knock wigs off like therapy wit kimo
I can knock someone's hairpiece off with ease
Harps played in the dark like he was harpo
Music plays at funerals as if it were a performance
Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in Reno
I am successful and powerful
Scammin' the profits in casinos, scoffed for the card he is in Bossolino
I make money by cheating in casinos and am proud of it
While I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
I will hurt you badly
Get ya hit quicker than Carlo, Gambino
I can eliminate my enemies quickly and efficiently
Max wit hundred gats and I'm the minimum
I always have many weapons with me
Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
I am skilled with guns and can use two at once
Turnin' yo body weight ta cargo
I will kill you and dispose of your body
Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
This is where you end up if you mess with us
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
We'll make sure you're buried with six bullets in you
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
You tried to keep up with us, but you failed
Cuz fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms folded
Don't mess with Kool G Rap or you'll end up injured
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
This is where you end up if you mess with us
Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded
Don't mess with our group or you'll end up injured
Contributed by Sebastian M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Anthony Charles
This is the 1st time I ever heard of papoose... shout out to G Rap for putting him on this song.. he murders it.
Leon Marin
Its amazing how simple the beat is yet the emcees make it shine with their lyrics. Nowadays these emcees would look like amatures on a beat like this.... This is what we need more of man that raw type beat that doesnt outshine artist when they spit fire.
october81972
💯💯💯
ThisIsBullshit
I want to see the mc and the beat outshining each other
Enemy Killa
The best ever MC nobody can touch him lyrically untouchable .
BrooklYN
Papoose killed it even OG Kool G Rap acknowledged it
COREAN TIGER
1:03 When I first listened to this track, I was surprised at Jinx' rap. It's really admirable.
Rhonda Silver
He’s G raps son I think.
Enemy Killa
Supreme lyrics from begining to the end facts.
Dave Roberts
Papoose is on a very high level and anyone who wanted to work with him knows what time it is and g rap knows how much talent he has. I’d take it as a massive compliment if he wanted to work with me. Most underrated mc ever and ya favourite rappers favourite rapper. Plus his lyrics are dark as fuck. Especially one dark night wow.