(feat. Mike D) [talking] Uh-huh uh, yeah-yeah [Mr. 3-2] Mafia boss, I tolerate no loss You heard it from Mr. 3-2, Governor of the South Blood in blood out, connected affiliated G-O-V and Mike D, underground mob related Mafia orientated, holding down the Gulf Coast Calling the shots controlling the block, it's cut throat Dirty-Dirty is shady, better have some kind of heater Recognize who your family, and don't bite the hand that feeds ya I got dimes and senoritas, that's jazzy and bilingual Let her mix and mingle, watch the bidness she'll bring ya I know the lingo, got the numbers bring it in off the Interstate Dealing with nothing but weight, and believe me it's all straight Making moves like checkmate, can't be easily persuaded These dummies is outdated, I'm Street Game educated On the action what's happ'ning, when it's going down Put the ball in my paw, making boys move they town [Hook x2] Streets on lock, (sitting on top and still mashing) Got the hood flooded, in control of the action (We going all out blasting, if it come to that) Cause we heated and undefeated, ready to blast back [Mike D] I got the streets on lock, nigga flooded with drug shit You wanna know how I stay rich, cause I don't show no love bitch It's pure G's is in the jaw, no more no less I'm trying to triple up my figgas, out this block I'm pressed Mi amigo Raphael Se, out this 9800 Block run Me and Threezie be somewhere in Amsterdam, in a coffee shop on one Fuck the rap game, I need right now money I'm trying to peel off on Dotson, a hundred drilling you dummies Hoes and house on Fondren, punk like the weight houses on Tre Fumbling and tumbling haze, down teezy pop weight Throwing that ensemble, in the paper play 2K We rumbling in the game, playboy the G way And respect my mind, cause me Michael Corleone Boss Hogg Miggity D, a 25 young Don And when you open that-a, the set vendetta Seem young foot on it, to put heat up under your sweater [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2] Isolated, I deal with a selected few Stay in my circle of funk, and these niggaz is brand new Eveything's confidential, keeping the code of silence We deep in the streets, involved in organized violence Behind tint we riding, checking on my traps Turning blocks and corners, with the thang on my lap Got people's 'cross the map, ready for shit to pop off Kill or be dead, snitches heads get knocked off The streets we lock off, top down in the knot Everything is everything, but Screw-cial in the drop I'm dropping out dirty money, getting cleaner With dangerous flows, on toes like a ballerina Felonies and misdemeanors, I gotta duck and dodge To really be the boss of all bosses in charge, my entourage Is mobsters, my heritage and tradition Passed two generations, and they going to the system [Hook x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Mike D) [talking] Uh-huh uh, yeah-yeah [Mr. 3-2] Mafia boss, I tolerate no loss You heard it from Mr. 3-2, Governor of the South Blood in blood out, connected affiliated G-O-V and Mike D, underground mob related Mafia orientated, holding down the Gulf Coast Calling the shots controlling the block, it's cut throat Dirty-Dirty is shady, better have some kind of heater Recognize who your family, and don't bite the hand that feeds ya I got dimes and senoritas, that's jazzy and bilingual Let her mix and mingle, watch the bidness she'll bring ya I know the lingo, got the numbers bring it in off the Interstate Dealing with nothing but weight, and believe me it's all straight Making moves like checkmate, can't be easily persuaded These dummies is outdated, I'm Street Game educated On the action what's happ'ning, when it's going down Put the ball in my paw, making boys move they town [Hook x2] Streets on lock, (sitting on top and still mashing) Got the hood flooded, in control of the action (We going all out blasting, if it come to that) Cause we heated and undefeated, ready to blast back [Mike D] I got the streets on lock, nigga flooded with drug shit You wanna know how I stay rich, cause I don't show no love bitch It's pure G's is in the jaw, no more no less I'm trying to triple up my figgas, out this block I'm pressed Mi amigo Raphael Se, out this 9800 Block run Me and Threezie be somewhere in Amsterdam, in a coffee shop on one Fuck the rap game, I need right now money I'm trying to peel off on Dotson, a hundred drilling you dummies Hoes and house on Fondren, punk like the weight houses on Tre Fumbling and tumbling haze, down teezy pop weight Throwing that ensemble, in the paper play 2K We rumbling in the game, playboy the G way And respect my mind, cause me Michael Corleone Boss Hogg Miggity D, a 25 young Don And when you open that-a, the set vendetta Seem young foot on it, to put heat up under your sweater [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2] Isolated, I deal with a selected few Stay in my circle of funk, and these niggaz is brand new Eveything's confidential, keeping the code of silence We deep in the streets, involved in organized violence Behind tint we riding, checking on my traps Turning blocks and corners, with the thang on my lap Got people's 'cross the map, ready for shit to pop off Kill or be dead, snitches heads get knocked off The streets we lock off, top down in the knot Everything is everything, but Screw-cial in the drop I'm dropping out dirty money, getting cleaner With dangerous flows, on toes like a ballerina Felonies and misdemeanors, I gotta duck and dodge To really be the boss of all bosses in charge, my entourage Is mobsters, my heritage and tradition Passed two generations, and they going to the system [Hook x2]
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