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Mr. 3-2 - G.O.V lyrics
[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 youMr. 3-2 - G.O.V - http://motolyrics.com/mr-3-2/gov-lyrics.html
 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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