Mr. 3-2 - Ride Down lyrics

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Mr. 3-2 - Ride Down lyrics

[Mr. 3-2] I sweep the block heat the block, with big lead When the war die down, boys come home with missing legs Amputated sho' hate it, but that's how it go Some in body bags, with tags on they toe You know how it go, when the sh** pop off The winter come in, and the birds fly South Big boss, Mr. 3-2 the referee Throw flags, on any foul sh** I see Enemies infiltrate, try to shoot states But I'm heavyweight, number one out the gate Straight make A-1, keep a loaded gun Never back down to one, fools don't want none Of this static, my automatic it never jam b**h boy hoe n***a, you know who I am God damn, these n***as and s**ers is out of line Play it with my time, yeah trick lay it down [Hook - 2x] I ride down, (I ride down) Ol' mark a** n***a, don't make me clown Dance all over your face, that's it with mine That's it with mine, that's it with mine [Mr. 3-2] Let's see, with mine I retaliate, and put hot ones in your spine No hesitation, but n***a it go down It go down, it go down, it go down, it go down No time to fool around, or play with ya Shots start barring, hollow tips hit ya All in the a**, no messy sneaking Heavily heated, damn fool I won't repeat it Bleeding the block, pop up with choppers and AK's Broad type n***as, gon make my day Say what you wanna, you know we'll shut it down Heat in the streets, so gutter so underground Hundred clip rounds, clear the whole hood Go through boy doors, and f** up house wood Baby you really should, throw the white flag The mo' I get mad, I'm all up in your a** [Hook - 2x] [Quest] I ride down, on n***as running they mouth like relays Mastered a** double, like a instant replay Bumping your gums, with that he say she say Or get you merked round the turf, where Q-U-E stay It's a Glock 4-5, on your Q-U-E's waist So I advise you marks, get out Q-U-E's face Lay low, or n***a catch a hell of a halo This tre blow, and have your blood spread like Mayo Windshield to the head, neck roll and your face gone That's how you die, on the level that I bang's on Don't switch, try to come back to the team Cause you see we getting green, money machines and the cream Fine then pa, talk down if you want Just know, that I'm the sh** in the South So get mad, take a dick in the a** While Presidential, put the dick in your mouth b**h [Hook - 2x]