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
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... [
I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord) My soul to take (my soul to take) So much drama in a nigga life I have to take the scenic route home, and check
with fly cats at the Casbah Fly home, smoke the hydro out the glass jar Damn those who got it better than this It's all internation-al, come on now [
wondering who I am right? [laughter] Verse: 1 Listen brotha, Im known for flippin butta Ive been across the globe but my home is in the gutta Im A-Mafia
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
The hog rock bottoms where the M gang hang out nigga Nick nack paddy whack give a Crab a bone Don't give a shit 'bout a funeral home Yeah I just love
) You know my status, I don't gotta go home And if I don't blow, i'ma sell blow back home Face it, my life been anything but basic I come a long way
that they can't infiltrate my operation Keep C-4 mounted under my establishment Wait for you hoes come inside with no evidence This shit is bigger than Mafia
going to be hitting me [Man] Shut the fuck up! [Tanisha Michelle] Just wait right here Just wait right here Me and my girls going to come back and fuck
you can hear me cousin, I got my money on you What niggaz sayin in the streets is true, see you soon We can do somethin with Spragga B or Elephant Man When you come home
(feat. Bun B) [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
me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed Come
that he didnt wanna die We still forced him Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed Come
3] It's all hypee, knowin' these suckers never liked me Rather see me in a jail cell with a federal indictment Nigga, copyin' mafia on my own two When I come
my baby-daddy died (ohh he left me alone) Got the call but I'm not surprised yesterday my baby-daddy died (I always told him to come home) Got the call
dog B.I.G. D.E.E.Z. Shaq Diesel Kayslay (Kayslay) Money Mark (Money Mark) Studda Box, Box [DJ KaySlay:] Yeah it's the champions! Kayslay! Greg Street! Come
we riding down you street Niggaz think that Pac gone that it ain't no beef You fuckin dickhead, Outlawz spit lead And tonight, when you come home i'm
