Mr 3-2 - G.O.V. lyrics

rate me

[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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