Übersetzung: Mr. Serv-On. Hustlin '.
Mystikal) [Master P] "nigga" "nigga if you buyin' 10 birds" "and Mystikal buyin' 10 birds" "and I go in 10 a bird nigga we got 30 birds" [Mr.Serv-On
Flesh] We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
24's, those 74 for 2's When you was on the stage, Gucci was on the news But bitch don't pity me, I look like Mr. T I pimp like Soulja Slim, but I think
Nigga getcha g's up Dope man bitch! Call me Mr.Re-Up The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog 1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow! .45 Mac
s a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and
myeye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the
nice 40 ounce a O.E. on ice precise poetic performing nice on mics [Warren G] Well I flew from the East to the West Word on the street, niggaz wanna
me gang We runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone That's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage Off in the rag, gettin' my serve on
[VERSE 1 (Twista)] I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't
in the Twin Towers And everybody lost period all we got is hope I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I?m on
And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the block Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin
eerie gang eerrie pimp and gangsta! [Chorus - Mr. G'stacka] Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on
hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on
me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame Come on [Chorus x3] [Abel talking] Mr. Abel
eye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed, I came with the drank So here's five on the
