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[talking] Ha-ha 2001 Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses bitch Thought I was going somewhere, motherfucking right I'm going to the god damn bank, know I'm saying Keep on talking down, you gon have a dick in ya mouth [Mr. 3-2] Talking shit, will get your ass kicked quick Fucking with the G-O-V, nigga I'd do the hit Immigrate ya misplace ya, now they can't find ya Princess cut invisible set, gon blind ya Boss of all bosses, number one mob boss And everybody wanna know, what Mr. 3-2 brought Fuck my head a couple times, I'ma chunk it up as a loss They screaming like it's the end though, I'ma fuck ya off From the North to the South, I demand my respect Man I'ma wreck, but ain't no plex Like dead for a motherfucker, to call me out my name Governor down South, Southerner Street Game Everything's gravy, baby we in the do' So I'ma get it while it's good, even break a couple do's Real playas get chose, swang down on 4's And I got more broads, than Versacci goglows [Hook x2] The mafia convention, is some shit I gotta mention Letras de cancionesBoys talking down on my name, like some hoes they be bitching I'm just itching, ready to scratch Big ol' heavyweighter, so it ain't no match [Mr. 3-2] Ready to scratch ready to snatch ya, out of the frame I ain't bout to leave ya no fame, so I say no names Use to be my ace Boo-Koo, my number one nig' But for that devilish shit you did, I oughtta kidnapped ya lil' kids Get rid, of your ass forever Delete ya mistreat ya, and teach ya with the Baretta Boys is scared of, Mr.-Mr. 3-2 Sipping on green mixed with rootbeer, A&W Show my raw naked ass, on stage for real Fucking with that Killuminati, Donny smith steel Now I chill kick back, counting hundred dollar bills What's the deal pop the seel, ride down on ya like it's kill X pills and hydro ponic, blowing a hunk of chronic Nobody know where I sleep bitch, ya can't find me Every major wanna sign me, I'm thinking seven or eight digits Greedy for the green, I gotta have a couple of mill tickets [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2] Loyal to my people, I call family The ones who got love for me, unconditionally Listen to me, the S.U.C. we clicked up Play pussy in these H-Town streets, ya get bucked On the come up, staying down Southside mobster, connected underground Out of town networking, putting up clientele We the shit fucking your bitch, and got the whole sale Oh well we shot calling, triple balling moving fast In these days of the last, that they hated on the mash I want it all and then some, living like a savage Don't play ya games at all, down and dirty for the cabbage 25 point of karats, glassy ice on the piece Eight thousand dollar drank, lost it in the streets I know the shit weak, that was out of control Play with me if you want to, I'ma knock you out and go [Hook x2] [talking] Two dollar gangsta ass niggaz, rotten ass hoes From Letras Mania