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
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
point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect) Black Wall Mafia, new
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
) You outside getting' re-poed (whoa) I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm Rico (A) And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot I shine, you
O Making the block hotter than Jalepe OS G. Luciano Be wettin' shit like piesce in 'Casino' Fifty dollar cigar seer The cosnia, the mafia Don P. like
cut ya like a cantalope I mistreat bodies for breakfast, I eat bodies uh [CHORUS:] You could smell fear in the distance spring, Karma,fearless. Come with us home
O Making the block hotter than Jalepe OS G. Luciano Be wettin' shit like piesce in "Casino" Fifty dollar cigar seer The cosnia, the mafia Don P. like
get nervous when you call, so I say I'm not home I see your face when I hear my favorite song Should I send an e-mail at home? You're the number 1 topic
I want Better for your body More Scanman rap Drop (??) in the dungeon All I want is you to come and walk along with me Three 6 Mafia and Killa Klan
it gonna be Come on a journey On to the world Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin' This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home
