[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 



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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 



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[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 



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