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Текст песни Mr. 3-2 - Mafia Convention

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(*talking*)Ha-ha 2001 Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses bitchThought I was going somewhere, motherfucking rightI`m going to the god damn bank, know I`m sayingKeep on talking down, you gon have a dick in ya mouth[Mr. 3-2]Talking shit, will get your ass kicked quickFucking with the G-O-V, nigga I`d do the hitImmigrate ya misplace ya, now they can`t find yaPrincess cut invisible set, gon blind yaBoss of all bosses, number one mob bossAnd everybody wanna know, what Mr. 3-2 broughtFuck my head a couple times, I`ma chunk it up as a lossThey screaming like it`s the end though, I`ma fuck ya offFrom the North to the South, I demand my respectMan I`ma wreck, but ain`t no plexLike dead for a motherfucker, to call me out my nameGovernor down South, Southerner Street GameEverything`s gravy, baby we in the do`So I`ma get it while it`s good, even break a couple do`sReal playas get chose, swang down on 4`sAnd I got more broads, than Versacci goglows[Hook - 2x]The mafia convention, is some shit I gotta mentionBoys talking down on my name, like some hoes they be bitchingI`m just itching, ready to scratchBig ol` heavyweighter, so it ain`t no match[Mr. 3-2]Ready to scratch ready to snatch ya, out of the frameI ain`t bout to leave ya no fame, so I say no namesUse to be my ace Boo-Koo, my number one nig`But for that devilish shit you did, I oughtta kidnapped ya lil` kidsGet rid, of your ass foreverDelete ya mistreat ya, and teach ya with the BarettaBoys is scared of, Mr.-Mr. 3-2Sipping on green mixed with rootbeer, A&WShow my raw naked ass, on stage for realFucking with that Killuminati, Donny smith steelNow I chill kick back, counting hundred dollar billsWhat`s the deal pop the seel, ride down on ya like it`s killX pills and hydro ponic, blowing a hunk of chronicNobody know where I sleep bitch, ya can`t find meEvery major wanna sign me, I`m thinking seven or eight digitsGreedy for the green, I gotta have a couple of mill tickets[Hook - 2x][Mr. 3-2]Loyal to my people, I call familyThe ones who got love for me, unconditionallyListen to me, the S.U.C. we clicked upPlay pussy in these H-Town streets, ya get buckedOn the come up, staying downSouthside mobster, connected undergroundOut of town networking, putting up clienteleWe the shit fucking your bitch, and got the whole saleOh well we shot calling, triple balling moving fastIn these days of the last, that they hated on the mashI want it all and then some, living like a savageDon`t play ya games at all, down and dirty for the cabbage25 point of karats, glassy ice on the pieceEight thousand dollar drank, lost it in the streetsI know the shit weak, that was out of controlPlay with me if you want to, I`ma knock you out and go[Hook - 2x](*talking*)Two dollar gangsta ass niggaz, rotten ass hoes

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