all along Well ell ell Goodnight my love I'm coming home It's nice to hear your voice on the telephone Well ell ell Goodnight my love I'm feeling fine Coming home
blue eyes and curly heads And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers Got swole and been home and now you back out chea And that boyd that
pulls of that shit nigga start gettin paranoid and shh Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! Fuck you think you at home, with your
his home givin' me family A man to me closer than my own pops My cousins ain't my cousins, they're my brothas and that lovin' wont stop Never wanted the come
at Where's yours at Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah, come on [Verse 1 -
Come get with a fool We can take any trip that you choose Forget that your dude is waitin while you twistin in the nude with this Boss villian ghetto true mafia
cannibal, cut you like a cantalope I mistreat bodies, for breakfast I eat bodies [Chorus:] You could smell fear in the distance [? ] All of their lives Come with us home
out sex of teen bitches ?? the first place From the home of gangsterism Pimpin', bangin' and knock out Holdin' ?? with red bars sherm the hop house Mafia
: What?s up? Rock Mafia, Rock Mafia, Rock Mafia Everybody likes a fiesta Everbody wants to have fun Bring a couple o? friends and I?ll betcha That I
, my nigga's on some ol' mafia shit He need a gangsta chick, he love to trick But I be damned if I let him play me He'll be home and I beleive me, he
Westside Connect Gang (Ice-T) Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers
Into the streets, we're coming down We never sleep, Never get tired Through urban fields, and suburban life Turn the crowd up now, We'll never back down
deep on the streets like the Mafia Pleito just might come back and haunt ya Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past
[Intro - Three 6 Mafia - talking] Yes sir (yes sir) Chamillionaire (Chamillitary mayne) Bun B (Bun B) It's goin down (it's goin down, I know ya mad) Yes
eyes and curly heads And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers Got swole and been home and now you back out chea And that boyd that cha
's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you fall for
them tricks Any repercussion, junior mafia spit clips All the time, big poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows and that's how it goes Notorious, come on
ones like forty fives What cats get clapped with I react sick whenever my dough ain't adequate Harlem World-Junior Mafia Yeah, that's it, come on Love
