Letras:
Mr 3 2 Fuck You

ya, like a missile Nigga fuck you, and what you claim Cause I'll merk your bitch ass, when I got you in the aim [Mr. 3-2:] You in my aim in my scope

RED...IT RED! [Marcus Garvey dialogue 2] If you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it...then you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you

about the hood Driving a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood I mean we living that good Chowing on Mr Chow's after this it's Fillippe Nigga you know

Like? Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There Then Miss You until They Kiss You need You Going in The Ground When Magazine eating You, teach You

can't even trace you like Magic's H.I.V They gotta replace you, cause you ain't live like me I'm the reason you cop them for 13-5 a key! [Chorus: The

masturbate Hoe, I'll let you suck my dick If you say you'll be my bitch You'll be proud to be my hoe I'll take you everywhere I go If anybody else, you

party You and me exclusively Sex is what you're all about And I want you to turn me out I really wanna be with you I get hot after seein' youEspecially

dog-fuck you, bitch, throw down hard If you don't cum for me, you won't for God! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] You must do it right, you freaky

come! [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Mixx] Mr. Mixx, producer of 2 Live! Niggas slip, but I'ma let that slide. Dope producer, you know I ain't playin', got 3