[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***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
Ya'll n***** call your self killas,
but ya'll don't know the f*** a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a f*** about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun,
and ain't no b****** on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the m*****f**** killin
And never m*********** stop
Or in St. Louis, where a n**** break your m****f***in' neck
and step in your chest n**** that's what the f*** I call respect
They ask me why the f*** I write these type of words
Go to Memphis n**** and ask every n****
Why the f*** you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every n**** in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the f*** they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers n****, with out a f***** life
And I don't give a f*** what city your from,
n**** put em up cause it's on tonight
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
[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
n****'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**** I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
I like to get that wild thing, street or city.
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
Ya'll n***** call your self killas,
but ya'll don't know the f*** a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a f*** about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun,
and ain't no b****** on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the m*****f**** killin
And never m*********** stop
Or in St. Louis, where a n**** break your m****f***in' neck
and step in your chest n**** that's what the f*** I call respect
They ask me why the f*** I write these type of words
Go to Memphis n**** and ask every n****
Why the f*** you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every n**** in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the f*** they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers n****, with out a f***** life
And I don't give a f*** what city your from,
n**** put em up cause it's on tonight
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
[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
n****'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**** I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
You bout some gangsta s***, I'm bout some gangsta s***
They bout some gangsta s***, we bout some gangsta s***
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b**** I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers