[Mr. 3-2] Raw and uncut, straight off the press I got a whole lot of shit, on my chest A vest won't save ya, from the slugs I'ma shoot Still the same nigga, God first then the loot G-O-V, you better respect me If you respect living, nigga I hold the key To life, it's wicked and shife of my situation So bitch I do what I gotta, to get to my destination Niggaz hating you know that, but I'm still gon ball Pockets overstuffed, trying to tear down the mall Y'all tripping think I'm slipping, on my game With a platinum piece and chain, hitting million dollar stangs Legal, you looking at the Chief Executive Officer Mr. 3-2, the Governor Boss that's bossing ya Lossing a, six hundred B-E-N-Z In the year 2001, it's the [Hook x2] G-O-V, that's me Reality, is a must to me It's the G-O-V [Mr. 3-2] Nigga come on with it, bitch what ya tal'n bout We could fuck it up knuckle up, or bust guns shots You're hot and stressed out, but better not stood up These motherfuckers, got the G-O-V fucked up Hoe what's up, on my god damn paper You prolly done tricked it off, cause you's a bitch by nature Bitch by nature, nigga that's you Come short, what's in it my issue nigga I'ma sue Nigga fuck you, and everything you stand fo' I showed love, and you actually tried to play me like a hoe No bullshit, playtime's over Mob with S.U.C., or get your ass mobbed over All in your face, but Street Game going FED Getting head stacking bread, with J-Money and Infrared 'Nuff said, cause boys don't like it already But they can kiss my ass, and eat a dick I said it [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2] Southisde playa, run through my blood and bones Mr. 3-2, Fat Pat and Michael Dirty Corleone I'm the dirtiest of the dirty, in the Click Don't trust me round ya chick, if you love that bitch I made a switch had to change, to make some change Now I'm the big Boss, that call shots at Street Game That's my name that's me, 360 degree I'ma bite scratch ya, got to get to the top of the tree Quit blocking a G, onto the V goal tending Fuck all you fake motherfuckers, bitch I'm bout winning I ain't spending, or tricking with broads that's a no-no I laugh it for the doja and drank, fa sho though Solo riding fo' do', Cadillac Deville Gotta holla at that H.A.W.K., mobbing nigga on the real Cause if it pop off, I know he got my back Ready to bring hat, for whatever it's like that [Hook x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Mr. 3-2] Raw and uncut, straight off the press I got a whole lot of shit, on my chest A vest won't save ya, from the slugs I'ma shoot Still the same nigga, God first then the loot G-O-V, you better respect me If you respect living, nigga I hold the key To life, it's wicked and shife of my situation So bitch I do what I gotta, to get to my destination Niggaz hating you know that, but I'm still gon ball Pockets overstuffed, trying to tear down the mall Y'all tripping think I'm slipping, on my game With a platinum piece and chain, hitting million dollar stangs Legal, you looking at the Chief Executive Officer Mr. 3-2, the Governor Boss that's bossing ya Lossing a, six hundred B-E-N-Z In the year 2001, it's the [Hook x2] G-O-V, that's me Reality, is a must to me It's the G-O-V [Mr. 3-2] Nigga come on with it, bitch what ya tal'n bout We could fuck it up knuckle up, or bust guns shots You're hot and stressed out, but better not stood up These motherfuckers, got the G-O-V fucked up Hoe what's up, on my god damn paper You prolly done tricked it off, cause you's a bitch by nature Bitch by nature, nigga that's you Come short, what's in it my issue nigga I'ma sue Nigga fuck you, and everything you stand fo' I showed love, and you actually tried to play me like a hoe No bullshit, playtime's over Mob with S.U.C., or get your ass mobbed over All in your face, but Street Game going FED Getting head stacking bread, with J-Money and Infrared 'Nuff said, cause boys don't like it already But they can kiss my ass, and eat a dick I said it [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2] Southisde playa, run through my blood and bones Mr. 3-2, Fat Pat and Michael Dirty Corleone I'm the dirtiest of the dirty, in the Click Don't trust me round ya chick, if you love that bitch I made a switch had to change, to make some change Now I'm the big Boss, that call shots at Street Game That's my name that's me, 360 degree I'ma bite scratch ya, got to get to the top of the tree Quit blocking a G, onto the V goal tending Fuck all you fake motherfuckers, bitch I'm bout winning I ain't spending, or tricking with broads that's a no-no I laugh it for the doja and drank, fa sho though Solo riding fo' do', Cadillac Deville Gotta holla at that H.A.W.K., mobbing nigga on the real Cause if it pop off, I know he got my back Ready to bring hat, for whatever it's like that [Hook x2]
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