way through [Verse 1:] I'm standing on this corner giving a fuck about one-time Got this serve on my mind ready to get my pay on this fuckin' grind
[Mr. Serv-On] It's a quarter to ten He was my friend Hit the funeral, roses in my hand Payin respects to a dead man Hugged his mama, kissed his girl
cousin came up short I'm sorry, two shots to the heart I did, business never personal, I'm with it [King George] Job well done Mr. Serv-On. Here's your envelope man. [Mr. Serv-On
[Mr. Serv-On (Big Moe)] (Serv, Serv, stop that nigga man.) What's wrong Moe. Nigga what you lookin for them big hoes? (Yeah I'm lookin for them big hoes
(feat. Big Ed, Magic, Fiend) [Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [x4] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'!
you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other
id What the young trend settin musician I be Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo mrs. By me I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t If
it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others
known one other Who can do what you have done He's a convict from the chain gang He's been ten years on the run But he couldn't run forever We have found
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
the young trend setting musician I be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T.
[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
you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech:] What
die cuz i got homie luv Will u ever see a world wit out animosity, against each other Converse your brother Do you wonder why, some call it laggin' on yo dick Ones that are false, think they serve
fuck all that drama I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid [J.T. The Bigga Figga] Come on, ease on down, ease on down This funky tack the Fast One done layed down Sipping on
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
church, life hurts Drug raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's diapers It go the other way too when your mother's on hype And you gotta serve her
