Lyrics:
Mr 3 2 A Bad Azz Mixtape V

'm a mark me a nigga, (sold nigga) Boys done played with me too much, know I'm tal'n bout [Mr. 3-2:] Slide checkers I'm a rider, to the end Homicider

to the finish Underground kings, we'll never diminish Better run fool, this is old school And I'll never leave home, without my own tool [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2

that That and this, trying to get mine right now [Mr. 3-2:] Lost my daddy, and I turned to a cold ass man Feed my fam, always keep a strap in my hand

you handle this) Yeah that's what's up let's do it, (let's go baby) [Mr. 3-2:] I'm in the zone on Patrone, back in this bar Say a dude up in here, but

underworld, don't consider me a rapper Slap a nigga face, catch a case like what When I bust the mack, it's like busting a nut Pimp a slut, and get nothing

2] [Mr. 3-2:] Dub in they united, with some real made men They live by the word, and never show a grin That's a sin how I live it, my format righteous

(feat. Quest) [Mr. 3-2:] I sweep the block heat the block, with big lead When the war die down, boys come home with missing legs Amputated sho' hate

better days), can't wait for the day To make a million mo' Just so I can take my family, out of the ghetto-ghetto-ghetto [Mr. 3-2:] Most of my life,

'm a mark me a nigga, (sold nigga) Boys done played with me too much, know I'm tal'n bout [Mr. 3-2:] Slide checkers I'm a rider, to the end Homicider