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

[Mr. 3-2] Raw and uncut, straight off the press I got a whole lot of sh**, on my chest A vest won't save ya, from the slugs I'ma shoot Still the same n***a, God first then the loot G-O-V, you better respect me If you respect living, n***a I hold the key To life, it's wicked and shife of my situation So b**h I do what I gotta, to get to my destination n***az 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 [Hook - 2x] G-O-V, that's me Reality, is a must to me It's the G-O-V [Mr. 3-2] n***a come on with it, b**h what ya tal'n bout We could f** it up knuckle up, or bust guns shots You're hot and stressed out, but better not stood up These motherf**ers, got the G-O-V f**ed up Hoe what's up, on my god damn paper You prolly done tricked it off, cause you's a b**h by nature b**h by nature, n***a that's you Come short, what's in it my issue n***a I'ma sue n***a f** you, and everything you stand fo' I showed love, and you actually tried to play me like a hoe No bullsh**, playtime's over Mob with S.U.C., or get your a** 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 a**, and eat a dick I said it [Hook - 2x] [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 b**h 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 f** all you fake motherf**ers, b**h 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 n***a on the real Cause if it pop off, I know he got my back Ready to bring hat, for whatever it's like that [Hook - 2x]