Tradução: MR. 2.3. El bloqueo de calles.
(feat. Mike D) [talking] Uh-huh uh, yeah-yeah [Mr. 3-2] Mafia boss, I tolerate no loss You heard it from Mr. 3-2, Governor of the South Blood in blood
: [Mr. Mixx cuts up] (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin
did have a nether chest Inna badman place Real mckoy and gangsta Police ask question get no answer Inna night, inna day, mr knight, mr kay, mr smith and
stable That the horses come out erra Of course we're about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs Buttersworth's syrup It's the mr. picked on Christopher
three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro (Woooo-ooo!) [Verse 1]: 6 to tha clock, on my way to the top uh, Pit got it locked from brews to the locker, All I.P uh
a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on
to the end we aint gonna stop we got it on lock our street.) "You don't wanna go to war with a street minded soldier (The streets belong to us member
SouthSide [Chorus 2: Fingaz [Mr. Shadow] Do you wanna mob wit Gs [2 or 3 mothafuckas] SouthSide Academy [From the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas] [2
red light early in the morning and two or three motherfuckers cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the street
funny I remember playin over needles in the street Everywhere I go and there was some part of mr Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes On 11th
to men Chorus (3-2) My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do
Got the streets on lock homie I can't lose Put me anywhere I'm the realest nigga in the room(believe me) Take a look at me I'm what you call street approved
Youngster on the corner slangin them nickels and dimes One times places us on arrest fill the rano being tough it's another drug bust With the schools on
on that fly shit Boy, boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy boy Ia??m on that fly shit (x2) Just won a thousand dollars on a brand
(horns)... (chorus) Timbo- When you hit me on my phone betta know what cha want, when you call me, you already know, on the low, im sayin Hey! i got