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MR. SERV ON lyrics : "My Story"

[KLC]
It was a long, long time ago
In the ba!@&(t with no money but had talent to show

But the %#@! wasn't right because the money was tight
But a mill and some street skills got me feelin tonight, right x2


[Mr. Serv On]
It all started in 92', just tight sounds there wasn't no beats by the pound
Just a little light skinned ^!$$% with light eyes and blacks

I'm trippin, this ^!$$% got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no
mutha$#&@in strap This ^!$$% gotta be somebody real
Cause in south east and it cost ya dc

Some ^!$$% be tightin up his mutha$#&@in grill
I'm seein shysty ^!$$%s run in and out
Now I'm thinkin this must be a mutha$#&@in crack house

This ^!$$% say he like what I do, he see a little potential
Now I'm like ^!$$% what's up with you
All we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles

I know ya'll out there $#&@in laughing (*##$ it was real
All we had to do was hustle
I told em ^!$$% do the music these bad times can't hold us

I did everything from credit cards to bad checks to bank tellers
Then we started dressin like goodfellas
Dressin in NBA teams uniforms everyday of the week

This ^!$$% still doing fire music
and I'm pushin ounces of weed on the street
But we still ridin dirty and this old lady Caddy ^!$$% one head light

$#&@in around the club, killing rumors, where ^!$$%s die every night
But we ain't trippin, we ain't got %#@! to lose
Cause if I kill a ^!$$% $#&@ it, our %#@! gon sell

I know we got on Serv-On we on the news

Yeah that's what we talkin bout.

All you gotta do is catch one of your (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s slippin.
When I blast at that (*##$ that they talk with.


[KLC]
[Chorus x2]


[Mr. Serv On]
So now I got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something
This ^!$$% KL got two daughters and he workin on a mutha$#&@in son

Til we dead we ain't got no ^!$$% to put g's up
Sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people $#&@in with him
He got his hands tied up

%#@!, all we got between us ^!$$%
is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate
Me and these mutha$#&@a's with child support are always in my face

I still wanna call Boogie and Tarret,
but them ^!$$%s got problems of they own
^!$$% they kill they homies time to leave they pistols on em

I'm from 6th and Berome, I ain't off the way
But ^!$$%s like Booty, Bozo, Cujo, QB, Mo, Vito, and T-Roy
They treat my like I'm they home boy

Now this ^!$$% O-boy may he rest in peace
Talkin bout some jack the rapper %#@!
$#&@ it, we doing bad plus this %#@! free

Now we three deep in the course, with a pack in the spare tire
I hope these Alabama police don't stop us cuz we hot like fire
I think about all the ^!$$%s we done left behind

But $#&@ it ^!$$%, I gotta go for mine
I don't know what I'm gonna do, I gotta go for mine


^!$$%, MC Dart.
That's like the tightest mutha$#&@a ya'll never heard of ^!$$%.
Ya'll never heard of.


[KLC]
[Chorus x2]


[Mr. Serv On]
Now we at the Mariott Marquis with no passes

Not for long, ^!$$% I'm from New Orleans (*##$ we whoop $$#es
I #~!!@ $$# label no name giving heard our demo
Try to beat us with hoes and limos, $#&@ em I don't miss em

Now we in the lobby watchin Death Row and Ruthless Records fightin
Tearin %#@! up, and right in the middle like when I was young
That ^!$$% P ran up with C-Murder with pistols in hand
Askin what's up ^!$$% ya'll straight
%#@! I remember a little group, now they platinum

I could keep a secret now I'm gon make my escape
P said ^!$$% let's eat at this breakfast place
^!$$% told me about No Limit and took my demo
Gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the %#@! we ordered to eat
Now we back home still struglin

I got a pistol with two bullets
One for me and one for the ^!$$% that $#&@in with me, I'm thuggin
I done beat some ^!$$%s out for some paper
KL got tax problems, don't trust me when we in the money caper
Now P back home lookin for some ^!$$%s for some Down South Hustlers %#@!

I'm lettin club rumors and I'm like dogg take me out this (*##$
He ask me if am I trippin on Chris, ^!$$% $#&@ that (*##$ hit me bustin
But I can't leave without KL
Now we on the plane with me and the rest ain't hard to tell ^!$$%
We made it


[KLC]
[Chorus x2]

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