[KLC]
It was a long, long time ago
In the basement with no money but had talent to show
But the s*** wasn't right because the money was tight
But a mill and some street skills got me feelin tonight, right x2
[Mr. Serv On]
It all started in 92', just tight sounds there wasn't no beats by the pound
Just a little light skinned n**** with light eyes and blacks
I'm trippin, this n**** got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no
m****f***in strap This n**** gotta be somebody real
Cause in south east and it cost ya dc
Some n**** be tightin up his m****f***in grill
I'm seein shysty n***** run in and out
Now I'm thinkin this must be a m****f***in crack house
This n**** say he like what I do, he see a little potential
Now I'm like n**** what's up with you
All we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles
I know ya'll out there f***** laughing b**** it was real
All we had to do was hustle
I told em n**** do the music these bad times can't hold us
I did everything from credit cards to bad checks to bank tellers
Then we started dressin like goodfellas
Dressin in NBA teams uniforms everyday of the week
This n**** still doing fire music
and I'm pushin ounces of weed on the street
But we still ridin dirty and this old lady Caddy n**** one head light
f***** around the club, killing rumors, where n***** die every night
But we ain't trippin, we ain't got s*** to lose
Cause if I kill a n**** f*** it, our s*** gon sell
I know we got on Serv-On we on the news
Yeah that's what we talkin bout.
All you gotta do is catch one of your b**** a** n***** slippin.
When I blast at that b**** that they talk with.
[KLC]
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv On]
So now I got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something
This n**** KL got two daughters and he workin on a m****f***in son
Til we dead we ain't got no n**** to put g's up
Sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people f***** with him
He got his hands tied up
s***, all we got between us n****
is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate
Me and these m****f****'s with child support are always in my face
I still wanna call Boogie and Tarret,
but them n***** got problems of they own
n**** they kill they homies time to leave they pistols on em
I'm from 6th and Berome, I ain't off the way
But n***** like Booty, Bozo, Cujo, QB, Mo, Vito, and T-Roy
They treat my like I'm they home boy
Now this n**** O-boy may he rest in peace
Talkin bout some jack the rapper s***
f*** it, we doing bad plus this s*** free
Now we three deep in the course, with a pack in the spare tire
I hope these Alabama police don't stop us cuz we hot like fire
I think about all the n***** we done left behind
But f*** it n****, I gotta go for mine
I don't know what I'm gonna do, I gotta go for mine
n****, MC Dart.
That's like the tightest m****f**** ya'll never heard of n****.
Ya'll never heard of.
[KLC]
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv On]
Now we at the Mariott Marquis with no passes
Not for long, n**** I'm from New Orleans b**** we whoop a****
I p**** a** label no name giving heard our demo
Try to beat us with hoes and limos, f*** em I don't miss em
Now we in the lobby watchin Death Row and Ruthless Records fightin
Tearin s*** up, and right in the middle like when I was young
That n**** P ran up with C-Murder with pistols in hand
Askin what's up n**** ya'll straight
s*** I remember a little group, now they platinum
I could keep a secret now I'm gon make my escape
P said n**** let's eat at this breakfast place
n**** told me about No Limit and took my demo
Gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the s*** we ordered to eat
Now we back home still struglin
I got a pistol with two bullets
One for me and one for the n**** that f***** with me, I'm thuggin
I done beat some n***** out for some paper
KL got tax problems, don't trust me when we in the money caper
Now P back home lookin for some n***** for some Down South Hustlers s***
I'm lettin club rumors and I'm like dogg take me out this b****
He ask me if am I trippin on Chris, n**** f*** that b**** hit me bustin
But I can't leave without KL
Now we on the plane with me and the rest ain't hard to tell n****
We made it
[KLC]
[Chorus x2]
It was a long, long time ago
In the basement with no money but had talent to show
But the s*** wasn't right because the money was tight
But a mill and some street skills got me feelin tonight, right x2
[Mr. Serv On]
It all started in 92', just tight sounds there wasn't no beats by the pound
Just a little light skinned n**** with light eyes and blacks
I'm trippin, this n**** got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no
m****f***in strap This n**** gotta be somebody real
Cause in south east and it cost ya dc
Some n**** be tightin up his m****f***in grill
I'm seein shysty n***** run in and out
Now I'm thinkin this must be a m****f***in crack house
This n**** say he like what I do, he see a little potential
Now I'm like n**** what's up with you
All we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles
I know ya'll out there f***** laughing b**** it was real
All we had to do was hustle
I told em n**** do the music these bad times can't hold us
I did everything from credit cards to bad checks to bank tellers
Then we started dressin like goodfellas
Dressin in NBA teams uniforms everyday of the week
This n**** still doing fire music
and I'm pushin ounces of weed on the street
But we still ridin dirty and this old lady Caddy n**** one head light
f***** around the club, killing rumors, where n***** die every night
But we ain't trippin, we ain't got s*** to lose
Cause if I kill a n**** f*** it, our s*** gon sell
I know we got on Serv-On we on the news
Yeah that's what we talkin bout.
All you gotta do is catch one of your b**** a** n***** slippin.
When I blast at that b**** that they talk with.
[KLC]
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv On]
So now I got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something
This n**** KL got two daughters and he workin on a m****f***in son
Til we dead we ain't got no n**** to put g's up
Sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people f***** with him
He got his hands tied up
s***, all we got between us n****
is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate
Me and these m****f****'s with child support are always in my face
I still wanna call Boogie and Tarret,
but them n***** got problems of they own
n**** they kill they homies time to leave they pistols on em
I'm from 6th and Berome, I ain't off the way
But n***** like Booty, Bozo, Cujo, QB, Mo, Vito, and T-Roy
They treat my like I'm they home boy
Now this n**** O-boy may he rest in peace
Talkin bout some jack the rapper s***
f*** it, we doing bad plus this s*** free
Now we three deep in the course, with a pack in the spare tire
I hope these Alabama police don't stop us cuz we hot like fire
I think about all the n***** we done left behind
But f*** it n****, I gotta go for mine
I don't know what I'm gonna do, I gotta go for mine
n****, MC Dart.
That's like the tightest m****f**** ya'll never heard of n****.
Ya'll never heard of.
[KLC]
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv On]
Now we at the Mariott Marquis with no passes
Not for long, n**** I'm from New Orleans b**** we whoop a****
I p**** a** label no name giving heard our demo
Try to beat us with hoes and limos, f*** em I don't miss em
Now we in the lobby watchin Death Row and Ruthless Records fightin
Tearin s*** up, and right in the middle like when I was young
That n**** P ran up with C-Murder with pistols in hand
Askin what's up n**** ya'll straight
s*** I remember a little group, now they platinum
I could keep a secret now I'm gon make my escape
P said n**** let's eat at this breakfast place
n**** told me about No Limit and took my demo
Gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the s*** we ordered to eat
Now we back home still struglin
I got a pistol with two bullets
One for me and one for the n**** that f***** with me, I'm thuggin
I done beat some n***** out for some paper
KL got tax problems, don't trust me when we in the money caper
Now P back home lookin for some n***** for some Down South Hustlers s***
I'm lettin club rumors and I'm like dogg take me out this b****
He ask me if am I trippin on Chris, n**** f*** that b**** hit me bustin
But I can't leave without KL
Now we on the plane with me and the rest ain't hard to tell n****
We made it
[KLC]
[Chorus x2]