Mr. 3-2

Ride Down
(feat. Quest) [Mr. 3-2:] I sweep the block heat the block, with big lead When the war die down, boys come home with missing legs Amputated sho' hate it, but that's how it go Some in body bags, with tags on they toe You know how it go, when the shit pop off The winter come in, and the birds fly South Big boss, Mr. 3-2 the referee Throw flags, on any foul shit I see Enemies infiltrate, try to shoot states But I'm heavyweight, number one out the gate Straight make A-1, keep a loaded gun Never back down to one, fools don't want none Of this static, my automatic it never jam Bitch boy hoe nigga, you know who I am God damn, these niggaz and suckers is out of line Play it with my time, yeah trick lay it down [Hook: x2] I ride down, (I ride down) Ol' mark ass nigga, don't make me clown Dance all over your face, that's it with mine That's it with mine, that's it with mine Letras de canciones[Mr. 3-2:] Let's see, with mine I retaliate, and put hot ones in your spine No hesitation, but nigga it go down It go down, it go down, it go down, it go down No time to fool around, or play with ya Shots start barring, hollow tips hit ya All in the ass, no messy sneaking Heavily heated, damn fool I won't repeat it Bleeding the block, pop up with choppers and AK's Broad type niggaz, gon make my day Say what you wanna, you know we'll shut it down Heat in the streets, so gutter so underground Hundred clip rounds, clear the whole hood Go through boy doors, and fuck up house wood Baby you really should, throw the white flag The mo' I get mad, I'm all up in your ass [Hook x2] [Quest:] I ride down, on niggaz running they mouth like relays Mastered ass double, like a instant replay Bumping your gums, with that he say she say Or get you merked round the turf, where Q-U-E stay It's a glock 4-5, on your Q-U-E's waist So I advise you marks, get out Q-U-E's face Lay low, or nigga catch a hell of a halo This tre blow, and have your blood spread like Mayo Windshield to the head, neck roll and your face gone That's how you die, on the level that I bang's on Don't switch, try to come back to the team Cause you see we getting green, money machines and the cream Fine then pa, talk down if you want Just know, that I'm the shit in the South So get mad, take a dick in the ass While Presidential, put the dick in your mouth bitch [Hook x2] From Letras Mania