Übersetzung: Mr. Serv-On. We Got It.
(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'!
[Mr. Ivan] This some true shit. [First Verse-B.G.] Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne When the fuckin' lights on
it An underground sound, not liked by radio You hear it in the cars and at the dicso On the airwaves, we misbehave We're too bold, too rugged in our nasty
hot so many days Serv-On with 6 shot, with Fiend, ya popped now We got it on lockdown, we never gon' stop now Love it or leave it baby cause Weebie gon
, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll neva learn Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm When I'm on ah mission for my set-ty Pick up
, now, Put 'em on the ground, lay down, Nigga check my thang the way that we swang When I'm coming to serve ya, Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to
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
to get down for the crime, Swig on some wine, Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see, Gotta buck em on down if they come back
It's been a couple years Guess it's not about who you know, it's just how you balance it It's always awkward to dummy a nigga artist And get on someone
the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through
it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Eminem] Second verse, it gets worst It gets no better
Truly explains the pain and the heartaches It's too much to partake, but I'm still fighting Still got my hand up, even though it seem frighting It's a
up My brain fried; I'm on the skull of the Impala I'm high on kush, it's 'bout my money mixed with power So keep it brief Nigga, two hundred thousand
buy for the smell of it Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it 7 on the dot! Got some cain and its jumping out the pot! I'm in
and Your family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) Keep pushin we fell bastards To get over, we
us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us [x8] [Kanye West:] Mr. West is in the building Swagga on a hundred thousand, trillion Ayo I know I got it first
t really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go...here here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low From the
