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Mr. Serv On
I like to get that wild thing, street or city.
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?
You bout some gangsta s**t, I'm bout some gangsta s**t
They bout some gangsta s**t, we bout some gangsta s**t
You bout some gangsta s**t, I'm bout some gangsta s**t
They bout some gangsta s**t, we bout some gangsta s**t
Ya'll call your self killas,
but ya'll don't know the fk a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a fk about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun,
and ain't no girls on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the muth*rfka killin
And never motherfkin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a nigg* break your muth*fkin' neck
and step in your chest nigg* that's what the fk I call respect
They ask me why the fk I write these type of words
Go to Memphis nigg* and ask every nigg*
Why the fk you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every nigg* in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fk they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers nigg*, with out a fkin life
And I don't give a fk what city your from,
nigg* put em up cause it's on tonight
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta s**t, I'm bout some gangsta s**t
They bout some gangsta s**t, we bout some gangsta s**t
You bout some gangsta s**t, I'm bout some gangsta s**t
They bout some gangsta s**t, we bout some gangsta s**t
Fiend
I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble
And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go
Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle
Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full
Our love goes, duckin po po's, hoes on the go go
Takin no no's, don't let the eyes close, with seven zeros
Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
Combat ready from the midwest to the California streets
nigg*'s that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats
Florida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia Leaf
If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak
Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me
Mr. Serv-On
Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
b*tch I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta s**t, I'm bout some gangsta s**t
They bout some gangsta s**t, we bout some gangsta s**t
You bout some gangsta s**t, I'm bout some gangsta s**t
They bout some gangsta s**t, we bout some gangsta s**t
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers