Mr 3-2 - 2 Hell And Back lyrics

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[Mr. 3-2]

We having it, flossing on Madison feeling great

Everyday in the mall, we ball and parlay

Sipping drank blowing hay, doja in my ashtray

Keeping my composure, but I would never ever stay

I cried lied, just to get money

Walking round like a zombie, messing up like a dummy

The man took it all from me, cause I wasn't showing love

Now I ride down on dubs, and get Chinese back rubs

In the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoes

Bidness before pleasure, real playas get chose

Neck chest and wrist froze, but what do it all mean

The cash the cream, staying focused with ghetto dreams

Making green ice and platinum, fill the invisible set

Diamonds I'm shining steady grinding, is you feeling me yet

Trillion cut, ear rings that bling

All up in ya face, cause she's a mazarelli rule everything

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I done been to hell and back, but now my life on track

The root of all evil, I gotta have that

Sitting on stacks, counting mazarelli cheese

The money the feddy the paper, having it like a disease

[Mr. 3-2]

Now money plus attitude, equals boss hogging

Real gon be real, and the fake keep falling

No stalling big balling, U-Hauling work

In a disguise Cadillac, Fleetwood with the skirts

Pig on my head, and a cowboy hat

Waiting at the police, touching down on where the cash at

Gotta have that playboy, every nickel and dime

I'm still struggling and hustling out here like you, trying to get mine

On my own time, looking to see a better tomorr-a

Boss of all bosses, I don't take I give orders

Assets with your broads, and my vocab pay the rent

Never forget the times, when my pockets was stuffed with lint

Heaven sent Mr. 3-2, I've been through it

Put it down it go down, but stay true to it

Life the game, it's a whole lot of pressure

Be smart, cause the dramas of the world will test ya

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[Mr. 3-2]

I got the game checkmate, building clientele state to state

Moving legal weight, like cd's and tapes

Better repeats our pocket, it profit all day

Promoting and politicing, shows up the highway

Don't play with my, big face dollar signs

Scratching and biting to get it, and grind

It all come in time busting a mind, how it use to be

Now-a-days I got a lil' some'ing, better to see

And look forward to, cause ain't nothing promised

But death and the Penitentiary, that could find us

Graduated with honors, or didn't graduate at all

I know how to go get it, so I know how to ball

Never fall or U-Haul, more work than 18 wheelers

And gotta be strapped, cause the jealous wanna kill us

Fill us with lies, rumors and allegations

Cause boys and broads in the streets, these days be hating

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