Home Sweet Home
Smif & Wessun Lyrics

This is the story of a place that we call home
Introducing the setting of the song, a place that is called home, where the story takes place.

Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam
In this place, even kids carry weapons when they move around for safety reasons.

Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble
The people here are always hustling and taking risks to survive.

Hoppin' on the white horse, tryin' to get a handle
They use drugs (white horse) to cope with the fast pace and stress of life, trying to manage their situation.

On the fast pace that we call the last race
This way of life is called the last race, because survival is a competition where only the strongest prevail.

Step wit' precaution when you enter this place
Be careful when you come here, it's a dangerous place.

We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Despite the difficulties, there are opportunities to succeed and make your dreams come true, but you have to be on the right path.

Just come correct wit' the synapses or ya doo
You need to come with the right mindset or else you will fail.

Don't come cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
Don't complain about being broke when you're still trying to buy drugs.

What parts of no, do not you understand bro
If someone says 'no' to you, then it means 'no', don't insist.

We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports
We can't waste time or miss opportunities.

Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought
To succeed and uphold the lifestyle, people must build their own empires and buy weapons.

Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers
People can end up in jail or even die like the hustlers who came before them.

And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas
They still have drugs for those who are still alive and active in the game.

What goes around comes back to the roots
Karma has a way of bringing things back to the beginning or the source.

See you at the revolution and Crooklyn, true
They acknowledge the need for change and recognize the struggle of living in Brooklyn.

Another day, another dollar dead
Another day of hustling and risk-taking, with the possibility of dying or getting incarcerated.

Pigs rushin' the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
The police conduct raids to catch criminals, which keeps the singer fed (busy) with the hustling business.

What the face now, me and my people's taste crown
They are successful and well-known in their community.

Stayin' face down, while K-9's sniffs around
They remain hidden and avoid detection by the police dogs during a search.

What they found was irrelevant, the weed 'cause
The police found nothing significant but weed, which doesn't bother the artist.

They was sent to represent and 'cause a ruckus amongst us
The police conduct raids to intimidate and cause trouble for them.

Now I got more pigs rushin' we, handcuffin' me
More police conduct raids and end up arresting the singer.

Takin' hold of we in the custody
They are taken into police custody and arrested.

For blushin' in, rasta boy restin' in peace
A friend or acquaintance has died, possibly due to drug overdose or gang violence.

After going through the bullshit, we in release
After dealing with the obstacles and challenges, they are finally released from police custody.

To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all
They return to the streets, where the danger and competition for survival are still present.

'cause they kept rule locked behind the wall
Many people are in jail, unable to participate in the street life anymore.

No time at all, no fake, no jacks
Don't waste time or play games, be real and focus on the hustle.

Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen
In the heat of the moment, people may get shot or killed without even realizing what just happened.

I'll be glad when my man come home
The singer is waiting for their friend to be released from jail so they can work together again.

'cause in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome
In this dangerous zone, people will carry weapons and possibly resort to violence.

The eye three time, as lead transpire
They need to be aware and observant, as things can quickly change and danger is present.

Currency change, change from yours to mine
They are making money, taking it from others and becoming stronger in the game.

Greenbacks talk bullshit, floats on water
Money can bring some false confidence and hope, but it ultimately doesn't matter and can easily be lost.

Pager goin' off, call comin' from headquarters
They are receiving messages and calls from their boss or people in charge.

I was told if the secret code appears
There are secret codes and signals in the game which hold importance and meaning.

It means some bwoy want dead, prepare for warfare
If a certain code is mentioned, it means someone wants the singer dead and they need to be ready for a fight.

Fuck the truth, we bringin' the noose for ya loose talk
They don't care about the truth and instead are setting up traps and punishments for those who speak too freely.

So think smart, or rest in parts if ya do start
Be careful and smart when you speak or act, otherwise you may end up getting killed.

I fucks wit' the poor, so fuck being rich
They identify with and support the lower class rather than the affluent people.

Word is bond, there's a muthafuckin' war goin' on
Their words hold weight and there is indeed a war happening in this environment.

Stand strong, on ya own two, mista
Be confident and self-sufficient, rely only on yourself.

Or come confront the grim ripper
Otherwise, you may end up dead and face your own demise.

Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
The artist is wearing all black clothing, which is common in gang culture and represents their identity.

Bloody red afro, puffin' on the black weed
They have red hair (possibly dyed or bleached) and smoke marijuana to stay relaxed and focused.

(On three)
Indicates a countdown or a prompt to action.

He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle
There is always someone present, ready to strike or take advantage of others.

That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to tattle
Don't try to run and tell on others, as that won't help your situation and will only make things worse.

Salute to each and every hood label truth
Acknowledging and respecting the various neighborhoods and gang labels present in Brooklyn.

Doin' what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Everyone is hustling and doing what they need to do to make money and survive.

Huh, the time has come for armageddion
The time has come for a big confrontation or event, possibly a violent one.

Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn
Take care of your family and prepare for violence or war by having weapons ready.

Now catchin' vibes that somethin' ain't right
They have a sense that something is off or wrong.

Gettin' little hits, stomach fillin' up tight
They feel nervous or physically affected by their intuition.

Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait bastards
A derogatory reference to the people they dislike or consider disloyal.

Run around town wit' the cronz trynna blast shit
They are causing trouble and using guns to intimidate or hurt others.

Ain't nuthin' sweat like the dark streets of Bedstuy
Bedford-Stuyvesant, a neighborhood in Brooklyn, is known for being rough and dangerous.

Creepin' population, endin' up in C.I.
The police are always watching and arresting people, sending them to Central Intelligence, the jail.

Take a ride through the Flat bush side
The artist is taking a ride through another neighborhood, Flatbush.

See the dread and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye
They meet someone with dreadlocks who is selling them weed, possibly to help them cope with the stress of their situation.

Now slide, through the ville, death row, say hello
They are moving through other dangerous neighborhoods, greeting people and moving quickly to avoid trouble.

To the fam' that stick to K.I.M. that's planned
They are greeting their friends, those who stick with them (Keep It Moving), and who have a plan for success.

Toward the east, somethin's goin' on
Something is happening to the east, possibly indicating more trouble or violence nearby.

So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong
Smoke the weed, and stay strong and united with their people in Medina, possibly another neighborhood or group affiliation.

We live in Brooklyn, baby
This phrase serves as a repeated refrain throughout the song, reaffirming the setting and environment of the song.

We try to make it, baby
They are trying to survive and succeed in this environment, despite the challenges.

We gonna make it, baby
They have confidence and hope that they will achieve their goals and make it through this tough situation.