Mr. 3-2 - f** You! lyrics

(*talking-Mr. 3-2 & (Skinny)*) Boys been playing with me, too much bro (what you gon do my n***a), I'm ready to make noise (you ready dog) pretty much, (let me pop this trunk n***a) uh-huh (check out this AK-47 a**ault rifle n***a, check out the bodack on this hoe Fully automatic n***a what you gon do, give me a thousand dollars) That's a machine (give me a thousand dollars it's you my n***a) That's a grown man, (I tell you what, give me fifteen hundred) I got it right here (Give me fifteen hundred I'll give you two One hundred round barrel clips, a infrared and a lazer beam n***a You god damn on point what you gon do, fifteen hundred) I'm a mark me a n***a, (sold n***a) Boys done played with me too much, know I'm tal'n bout [Mr. 3-2] Slide checkers I'm a rider, to the end Homicider, clap a fool with the mack 10 In the wind on the Interstate, I come with ya Hope your grandma and T-lady, got a picture Cause that's the last sight, they gon see f**ing with the k**er gorilla, G-O-V I'm a marksman got a rifle, with a scope Infrareds on your head, for real folks No joke, in the jungle or concrete n***as die, everyday and every week Don't speak, unless you got some good to say My disciples, love to have pistol play Anyday or anytime, that you wanna Make it light on yourself, cause you's a goner California, got that good H2O That make me wanna k**, a n***a-ro [Hook - 2x] I'ma slide ya cause I'm a rider, with a pistol Let hot ones come at ya, like a missile n***a f** you, and what you claim Cause I'll merk your b**h a**, when I got you in the aim [Mr. 3-2] You in my aim in my scope, got my beam on your throat Too late it's no hope, my n***a I'm cut throat Got dope, b**h whatever your a** need Any funny bidness, your a** gon bleed Yes indeed, 2-2-3's start busting You ain't talking bout nothing, who's up for the f**ing Like wet p**y, on a stormy night Put my foot up your a**, when it's time to fight Get it right, and take that mug off your face Fo' it get replaced, with a lil' skee taste Of buck shots, flying into your direction Street game weapon, always keep wrecking On deck, with mark a** fools in check Play p**y get f**ed, baby that's a bet Now I'm upset, mo'f**ers running me hot So I let the top down, and spray the whole block [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Keke] Ok f** what you claim, and f** where you hang Not a Crip or a Blood, just a thug in the game Screwed Up Click, Don Ke is the name And bust a n***a melon, cause it really ain't a thang I'm red dots and scopes, for you and your kin folk And I'll let the chopper chop, until the hammer is broke I got that G coast sh**, make me do a mob hit That mob you talking with, it can get your wig split He gon fold if I'm work him, hide if I jerk him S.U.C. G-O-V, please don't merk him I'll slide ya don't make me hide ya, we some riders Afghan and purple kush, really gets me higher Real n***a, thug thizzle for shizzle Don't make me f** around, and hit ya with the missile So f** you, cause you don't know bout me It's Street Game/Presidential, and courtesy C.M.G [Hook - 2x]