[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 

Boys 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