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Dog I'm just looking at, look around, I see two niggas kissing man. Shit out of sight, mothafuckas tongue kissing. Aheheh

[Verse 1: Bun-B]
Listen up I got a story to tell
Aye fool listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog listen up I got a story to tell
Say man listen up I got this story to tell, on the cool

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
Now this was not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no Goddamn sense, trying to push me
He used the whole [?] now he wanna be in my shoes
Hating like a baby mama cause' I'm paying my dues
Trying to hold onto my lil chump
Now the punk in the parking lot,
Bumping his gums with his ki's in the trunk
Oh what I'm supposed to jump, cause you got a pump?
You aiming that bitch in the sky you chump
Point that motherfucker this way and dump
Oh what you scared to go to the pen?
Thinking them niggas going to tap your rump?
Man I thought he played bold, but he ain't even fussed
Man the nigga was way swole, acting like he wanted to bust
But his trigger stayed cold, I wasn't surprised
I recognized that fast breathing and fear in his eye
Unmasked his disguise, a sheep in wolf clothing on the fray
Who tried to hunt the hunter and got hunted down his Goddamn self
In P.A. nigga because where we stay
Ain't none of that [?]
So C-A or hear about your life, before you test your self
And make a nigga break you off to rest yourself
Oh yes your health, is what's in question
And I hope that this ass whooping teaches you a mother fucking lesson

[Hook: Mr. 3-2]
Speak the wrong words, and you will get touched
Cause' deep down in the South boys coming up
Talking down on my name and what's this all about?
You niggas better be getting some paper, and get my name out your mouth
Cause' uh I don't know why you got plex with me, testing me,
But I'm a pull my shit and let you see
That all that carjacking ain't what it's about
So you hatters need to quit with that poor hustling,
And take another ride

[Verse 2:]
Niggas out there crossed the line
The movies got these boys fucked up in the mind
Not to mention the wine, and codeine syrup combined
Easy access to 9's and shit talking hoes that's fine
And now all they got time for is folding swisha dimes,
Committing crimes, after writing some exaggerated rhyme
So if being hard ain't in your heart then don't start
Niggas will tear your weak mind apart
[Pimp C:]
Bitch your old man talking to me like I'm in school
He don't know I hang with killers, will erase that fool
Wouldn't give a fuck about him, but he kin to my son,
If you think that I'm that nigga, then you picked the wrong one
Cause' I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hide bullets, burn some, say that them bitches done
So raise your own children, don't try to raise mine
And when you see me step with caution, cause' I'm bucking for mine, bitch

[Chorus: Mr. 3-2]
Spit the wrong words man and you will get touched
You done crossed the line, now you gone get fucked
I already told you before, but you ain't hearing that
So this time I'm handing mine and gone erase you off the map
Such a shame, but it's all in the game
And since the early 60's ain't a damn thing changed
We got haters over here, and haters over there
But I got my pistol, and it ain't pointed in the air

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
I see you tripping off that water, and you feel like you bad
Cause' your bitch done chose a pimp, and that pimp was Chad
I see your hurt, cause I fucked your girl
Put big dick in her world, bust nuts in her curl
When I hit it from the back she said "Baby I can't take it"
Push my dick up in her harder, bitch I'm straight up trying to break it
You a simp ass nigga, you told that bitch that you loved her
But I'm straight up fucking that pussy
Like that nigga off the colors
But I ain't 'bout to get shot,
Cause you ain't shooting shit
The best thing you can do is go try an beat that bitch
Cause' this man style
Show stop'a, pistol poppa, you ain't ready,
If I let this hot thing get you, Fool you'll stomach like spaghetti
Woo you talking loud, but you move too slow
Telling niggas all your plans
Got'ch you tied in a van, nigga what the fuck is up
In the place to be, first I want the money nigga
Then I want the fucking ki's
Kidnap, robbery cause' you scared you wanted me dead
Since you wanted a nigga dead, fuck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40, nigga I be coming fed
Got that sawed off pump with night vision infrared
So play me like a pussy, and you will get fucked
Nigga I'm hanging out the truck {buck buck}
Hit your nigga in the leg, hit your bitch in the gut,
But we know were yo ass stay, so your ass will get touched

[Chorus: Mr.3-2]
Spit the wrong words, I'm hounding herbs
And you will get touched, cause your ass deserves
To get done real bad in front of your kids
For showing what a real type of bitch you is
And uh it's that boy named 3 to the 2
For ever staying true, just a player paying dues
And I gotta tell it to the whole wide world
How you got bitch raised and act just like a mother fucking girl
Little mother fucking girl
That's what you acting like, bitch
Eat my dick

[Thanks to Victor for these lyrics]

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