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mr 3 2 – play no games lyrics

[talking:]
uh-huh mo’f-cker, it go down
ha-ha-ha, ain’t nothing funny bout it busy boy

[mr. 3-2:]
big bossing flossing, putting n-gg-z in line
respect my mind, or respect the trusty glock nine
lay you down in a nasty b-tch, made b-st-rds
consider me a hazard, send fools to they casket
mashing, keeping my foot on a n-gg-‘s neck
slap em all texas, keep mo’f-ckers in check
right f-ck you off, leave you for the tow truck
best raise up, cause you bound to get touched
clutch on triggers, and hit n-gg-z with lead
grieving over my homies, i put guys to bed
ahead on top, calling all the shots
rather free on the streets, with my eyes on the plot
burn not if you scared, you know you ain’t hard
b-tch made like a broad, hoe n-gg-z they get scarred
i don’t barred, for all that plex you talking bout
looking for protection, from the boss of the south

[hook: x2]
i’ma hurt me a n-gg-, merk me a n-gg-
let his -ss have it, and take all his figgas
i don’t play no games, with boys for the bread
i start thinking bout killing you, busting your head

[mr. 3-2:]
get em up hit you up, with the pitchforks
put the flame to the torch, i hold my own court
in the street with the heat, and burn you to the cross
put holes in your body, to straight f-ck you off
big boss, g-o-v tre deuce
i’m winning pop off, it get ugly and gruesome
houston t-e-x, i ain’t scared of no jacker
deep in the underworld, don’t consider me a rapper
slap a n-gg- face, catch a case like what
when i bust the mack, it’s like busting a nut
pimp a sl-t, and get nothing but cash up out her
drop her, like a brand new top on a eldorado
i dot her for fool, come up at me wrong
cause i’ll end his life, and talk about it on a song
microphones, another way i release some stress
besides f-cking a bad b-tch, or putting holes in your chest

[hook x2]

[frosty:]
hey mayn, you know it’s me
it’s that killer, of the f-l-a-t
double l gangsta, say brah
late with my change, and i’ma have to bang ya
take no shorts, or no losses
you f-ck over freeze, you’ll be picking out your coffin
bullets they coming fast, and they coming often
who, wants to try me
pick a number, you might win the lottery
to get your -ss whooped, or your face stomped
ask the flats, i go hard
head n-gg- in charge, h-n-i-c
everytime i touch the mic, i go hard
and, i do not bar
small coming fast, i’ll have you screaming oh lord
stop him, get him away
mayday mayday, gunplay gunplay
what, black sunday sunday
going against me, is like a one way one way
i live by the gun, and i die by the gun n-gg-

[hook x2]

- mr 3 2 lyrics

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