I thought I was going somewhere, you motherfucking right, I'm going to the goddamn bank, youknow what I'm saying, keep on talking down, don't have a dick in your mouth, talking *and get your ass kicked quick, * it with the T.O.B., nigga, I do the hit, integration,misrelation, now they can't find you, Chris is cutting piss from set, go blind you, bosson boss, it's number one, more boss, and everybody want to know, Mr. 3-2-Bross, * my heada couple times, I'm going to chalk it up as a loss, play with me like that again though,I'm going to * you out from the north to the south, I demand my respect, man, I'm awreck, and it ain't no flex like that for a motherfucker to call me out my name, governordown south, southern nun street game, hey, thanks baby, baby, we getting the dough, soI'm going to get it while it's good, even better, I'm going to get it while it's good,it's number one, more boss, and everybody want to know, Mr. 3-2-Bross, * my heada couple times, I'm going to break a couple hoes, real man's get-toes, they ain't DonFoes, and I got more bras than for Sasha, I got gold, the mafia can bitch in this some* that got dementia, boys talking out of my name, like some hoes, they be bitching,I'm just itching, ready to scratch, big old heavyweight, I swear it ain't no match, welcometo the mafia, you can bitch in this some * that got dementia, boys talking out of myname, like some hoes, they be bitching, I'm just itching, ready to scratch, big old heavyweight,I swear it ain't no match, ready to scratch, ready to snatch, out in the frame, I ain'tBout to give you no fame, so I say no namesUsed to be my ace, boom, boomMy number one league, but for that devilish * you didI oughta get after your little kidsGet rid of your ass foreverDelete ya, mistreat ya, and teach yaWith the paretta, you boys are scared ofMr., Mr., 3-2, sippin' on creamMixed with blue beer, A&WShow my raw naked ass on stage for realFuckin' with that IlluminatiDown in Smithsville, now I chillKick back, got a hundred dollar billWhat's the deal, pop the seal, ride down on you like a spielExpeelin' hydroponic, blowin' on Humble CountyNobody know where I sleep, bitch, y'all can't buy meEvery major one inside me, I'm thinkin' seven or eight digitsGreeted for the green, I got a hell of a couple meal ticketThe mafia convention, there's some * I gotta mentionBoys, crocodile, know my nameLike some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiterSo it ain't no matchWelcome to the mafia conventionThere's some * I gotta mentionBoys, crocodile, know my nameLike some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiterSo it ain't no matchRoyal to my people, I call familyThe ones who got love for me unconditionallyListen to me, the S-U-CWe click, dub, play pussy in these H-Town streetsHere I get *, wanna come up, stay or dieSouthside monster, connectin', undergroundOut of time, networkin', buildin' up clienteleBe the *, fuckin' your bitch and got the whole saleOh well, we shot callin', turbo ballin', movin' fastIn these days of the dance, dedicated on the matchI wrote it all, and there's some livin' like a savageDon't playin' games at all, done it dirty for the cabbage25-pointed cameras, glassy ice on a piece8,000 down the drain, lost it in the streetsI know this * weak, I was out of controlYou play with me if you want to, I'ma knock you out, ohThe mafia conventionThere's some * I gotta mentionBoys, crocodile, know my nameLike some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiterSo it ain't no matchWelcome to the mafia conventionThere's some * I gotta mentionBoys, crocodile, know my nameLike some hoes, they be bitchin', I'm just itchin'Ready to scratch, big ol' heavy waiterSo it ain't no match2-dollar gas, 2-dollar gas, that's niggasRotch-ass hoes