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Mr. Serv-On
You talkin'bout you run out of this and jump out of that
And hit a nigg* block, ha
But I don't really think you know what it means
to run up on a nigg*'s s**t
And take what you want nigg*
Cause as long as I can remember nigg*
Down south, No Limit
We take what the fk we want
Mr. Serv-On
Ha, I'm addressin to show alot of in the rap game,
s**t bout to change
nigg* you gotta know your pay, chose your side nigg*, foe or friend
I can't pretend to love a nigg* when I know I don't
I can't pretend to love a woman when I know the fk I won't
Cause eveything I seem to love, seem to leave
And every nigg* I see to trust,
seem to scream jealously and betrail and bleed
How many you know smoke weed to ease the ghost in they mind
How many you know smile when the judge say 99
I know alot of in the rap game look at the tank on my chest
And you say to yourself nigg*, you hate my kind
When you sit on top of the rap game
Ya'll decided to sit back, get fat, smoke weed, get laid
Then we came, nigg* starvin in the middle of the night
Like a new young rapper on a New York train
Then we stepped off, pay the toll, nigg* you know tanks roll
Why you strollin in your videos in the park
We was wagin blood war in the dark
And if you about that talk nigg*, fk you
Chorus
You don't know when I hit your block I hit right
You don't know when I hit your block, aight
You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right
Cause everything in sight gotta die tonight x2
Now ease up nigg*, don't make a sound, lay it down
I fk with the Pound,
and any new other gang won't make me fk with this rap thang
I could take each one of my producers, send them each to one of your labels
And you finally get the feelin of what it feels like to get a real hit
And don't be afraid to look at that sound scan s**t
Cause with the pound name nigg*
You know you be shippin enough out the door
And pay you artist to a video, buy a house for your wife, you know my ho
See I was like Randy Moss, the top draft choice
Alot of you looked at me but you was too scared to touch my voice
But that nigg* with the gold teeth picked me late in the first round
Now I get down with young savage
From LA to smoking weed with that nigg* Tony from town 87, and Chi town
I even get down with Jack Town Ballers, Mississippi
Callin me on my beeper sayin Serv, nigg* you need extra trigger
Forever nigg*, that's how I do it when I put it down nigg*
If you ain't fkin with a nigg*
I bang, hang, nigg* lesson hang, sayin nigg*
Chorus x2
You know what I'm saying motherfker?
You goin know what's happening
Like that little nigg* that like to bark say
nigg* talk is cheap motherfker
You know what I'm sayin
So when I hit your block you goin know
To the in the rap game, I know you keep it real