[Mr. Serv-On]
Whats happenin new?
[New 9]

What's happenin Serv?
[Mr. Serv-On]
What you doin ^!$$%?

[New 9]
Man I ain't doin nothin, just chillin.
Layin back in this (*##$.

In this cold heartless $$# world.
[Mr. Serv-On]
^!$$% pass the weed to a ^!$$% baby.


[Chorus]
This world got me heartless

That's why I hit the weed
leave my middle finger up, I give a $#&@ [x2]


Dear God tell me, how many times
During the course of a day for ?????
my life I gotta say a prayer for myself

Or tell me, how many nights
My mama gotta lay awake cryin
starin at my picture on the shelf

But if you ask me
Some of you ^!$$%s instead of hating
You need to be anticipating

and find the bullet that's waitin for ya
Do I feel for ya, I'm heartless
I feel for people like my girl Cheryl

who lost her brother Travis to these streets
Can you imagine, having to identify
your little brother that's laying beneath some sheets

I don't think so
Or what about this hoe
That tried to tell me about a ^!$$%

that I came up with since diapers
Serv watch yourself he don't like ya
Or what about these ^!$$%s on my block

that know I made it out
All this dope you ^!$$%s done sold in the hood
you still ain't bought

your mama a house
But believe me ^!$$%s I love you till my dying day
But if you try to take me from my family

I'm a bang you in a $#&@in heartless way

[Chorus x4]


[New 9]
I just got out last night so it's like a cycle

Even though I know %#@! always don't go they way you want it to go
I proceed to be a ^!$$% I need, it's only real
It's money making plans to demand at center field

And %#@!'s real and right now everything is tight
I got to pack a gun but if I get caught it's my third strike
I'm strapped up, my tennis too tight, that's how I'm living

A ^!$$% on a mission, anything in my way, I'm killing

That's my mentality right, me and my ^!$$%s be quick to fight

Type of ^!$$%s you don't wanna cross if you kinda value your life
Whether wrong or right, I got a pocket full of rocks and I'm on a block
Smokin weed with my ^!$$%s, last thing I wanna see is a cop

On patrol, some dicksuckers roll, the heck is up
I'm heartless so I point my middle finger cause I don't give a $#&@
I'm strapped up and on parole, I gotta fight to stay out of the penn

The same %#@! happened last year, here I go again

[Mr. Serv-On]

[Chorus x4]

[Uzi]

Mercy mercy me, Lord forgive me for the wrong I've done
Ghetto child with a crooked smile I had a rough one
This life full of plenty hurt, so soft and pain

Consequences of the game but I had to maintain
Step on toes, I'm ready to ride or roll over
I'm a kill for a meal, lay back and smoke some doja
But I know what go around come around good
Knock on wood and it's understood

I'm stayin young at twenty one life full of regret
Ten commandments say don't kill but I done left some folks wet
I got the blood of a dead man on my hand
We goin clash again in soldier land
Mm hmm


[Glock]
Now am I wrong when I want to bust your mother$#&@in dome
Got that blues song stuck, scratch on you ain't coming home
I let it ride cause I know he be fake

But $#&@ that he cross my family, this ^!$$%'s done took the cake
Stop the record just start it up you can find him in the lake
Have your people $#&@ed up sayin I just saw him yesterday
See that's real and I know you mother$#&@ers can relate
It's written down in ghetto law and taught by this ghetto church

That's why my hollow keeps me strapped, cause it be too late
Cause in a minute all this %#@! bout to be in one way

[Mo B. Dick]
Here I go again


[Mr. Serv-On]
[Chorus x6]