Mr. 3-2 - Mafia Convention lyrics

(*talking*) Ha-ha 2001 Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses b**h Thought I was going somewhere, motherf**ing 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 sh**, will get your a** kicked quick f**ing with the G-O-V, n***a 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 f** my head a couple times, I'ma chunk it up as a loss They screaming like it's the end though, I'ma f** 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 motherf**er, 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 - 2x) The mafia convention, is some sh** I gotta mention Boys talking down on my name, like some hoes they be b**hing 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 sh** you did, I oughtta kidnapped ya lil' kids Get rid, of your a** 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 a**, on stage for real f**ing with that k**uminati, 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 k** X pills and hydro ponic, blowing a hunk of chronic Nobody know where I sleep b**h, 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 - 2x) (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 p**y 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 sh** f**ing your b**h, 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, gla**y ice on the piece Eight thousand dollar drank, lost it in the streets I know the sh** weak, that was out of control Play with me if you want to, I'ma knock you out and go (Hook - 2x) (*talking*) Two dollar gangsta a** n***az, rotten a** hoes