MR. SERV ON lyrics : "Fuck You Serv"
I got yo hoe.
I'm yo (*##$ ^!$$%?
aight.
[x3]
Back up off me, back up off me
when I step in this (*##$ I wanna hear you scream
[Verse 1:]
^!$$% hoe this
^!$$% what? ^!$$% (*##$ that In fact
Bigga I ain't yo' mother$#&@in hoe or yo' mother$#&@in (*##$
Betta yet let's sit where all the mother$#&@in killers sit
So I can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
^!$$% where the $#&@ I come from, we call it love
^!$$% I'll never be caught in the back
^!$$% that's where all the pretty mutha$#&@az be sittin at
You know the (*##$es that's scared to bust back
I $#&@ wit drug dealers, ^!$$% cap pealers
If I come to yo' town and you ain't got one
I'ma leave wit a million mother$#&@in killers
Tank soldiers, marchin, %#@! talkin
If you want me to holla at ya dawg ^!$$% start $#&@in barkin (barking)
If you bustas bust first, and I bag %#@!
or see a ^!$$% with his hoe and you still talkin
(*##$ you came to the right clique
I'm the type of ^!$$% I don't $#&@ wit retaliation
^!$$% I'll step in this (*##$ and I'll start a pistol whippin session
Ya heard me?
[Chorus:]
Rowdy is the $#&@ ^!$$%
bout it is the $#&@ ^!$$%
So what the $#&@ you said?
$#&@ you Serv!
[x3]
Back up off me, back up off me
when I step in this (*##$ I wanna hear you scream
[more x3]
[Verse 2:]
I said I'm with No Limit and y'all ^!$$%z hate me
I $#&@ wit the hoez y'all wanna $#&@ and y'all ^!$$%z sit
around like some (*##$es and talk about me
I $#&@ the hoes y'all love to $#&@, now you ain't know that
Go head ^!$$% dont be like no (*##$ ^!$$%
come on now talk about me; I'm a War ^!$$%, battle ready
I'll step in the mother$#&@in ring ^!$$%
You bad as $#&@ come on and test me
Cutthroat drug dealer from St. Louis to Miami accept me
Why the $#&@ y'all from the same place
and why the $#&@ y'all gon' sweat me?
His daddy's car, his daddy's house
I know some pregnant hoes who got some better %#@! to talk about
Big Vi's told me killers don't talk
They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every $#&@in music shop
And now I'm bout to add mines
And I can see it in your heart you $#&@in hate my kind
Cause I $#&@ wit the pound, cause I'm wit No Limit
Cause I sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town
You best to be leavin ^!$$% don't be mad, ease up clown
^!$$% dont make me lay it $#&@in down!
[Chorus: repeat until fade]
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