MR. 3-2 - Boss Of All Bosses lyrics

[talking:]

That's what it must be, that's right

Yeah, as I walk through the valley of death

I shall fear no evil, or no man

But God is on my side, and with the Governor I'll ride

The boss of all bosses, and we ain't taking no losses

[Mr. 3-2:]

I control that shit down South, so what's happening what's up with ya

Mr. 3-2, the new down South Governor

White sheets cover ya slugs smother ya, it's a mafia hit

Ain't no stopping this shit, then you got's to die before you can get out the click

We profit in chips, moving around worldwide

My hustles grow and expanding, put our paper off a side

Ready to ride, and do dirt if I gotta

Unload a seventeen shotter, got the Bentley Rolls dropper

Sipping muddy codien and leaning, the world is mine

Trace a generation, nothing but killers in my bloodline

It's redesigned fuck and split the mind, to take over

Loose lips sink ships, so motherfucker I'ma show ya overthrow ya

I got these broads, up under you understand

While you falling in love, the whole time I'm peeping your hand

Lil' broads bring the grands, and keep a G stack

But ain't no reason for the treason, I'm just a Governor like that

[Hook: x2]

The boss of all bosses, down Southerner

Mr. 3 to the 2, the Governor

Ghetto politician, go and vote for me

Cause my whole cavulry, represent reality

[Mr. 3-2:]

I'm a fool, so I act a fool on the track

Cut boys no slack, put bullets in they back

Up close I could smell ya, blood splatter over me

Killer for real, it's the G-O-V

I got down and say, Vatos waiting on the word

To fuck boys off, over respect and birds

I calm my nerves, but brain relaxer

It's the bill collector, and I'm a real bad actor

Big blades on a tractor, chopping up the South

All the way to the East and West, yes they know what I'm about

All my cashers let it shout, if you feel this heavyweighter

Pieced up creased up, a million dollars later

You feel the do' maker, nigga like me

In this new millennium, the year 2G

Who I be, S.U.C. my family to the end

Hope I don't hit the Penn, but if I do it's on again

[Hook x2]

[Mr. 3-2:]

Throwed off connected, and I'm from the old school

I lay down the law, and what I say rules

Start busting with the tool, on them niggaz who be hating

Ain't nothing fly bout me, but my conversation

Ask your lil' mama, or your main thang

Bout Mr. 3-2, CEO of Street Game

Let the AK's rain, fully automatic assault rifle

Trying to get my life right, and live by the bible

It's a thin line, between your body and a hundred pounds

Today it's all good, tomorrow you six feet in the ground

I'm out of town, with a broad that's fine looking jazzy

While your whole family in black, carrying your casket

[Hook x2]