god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade
money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed
Yea, yea, yea (It's b2k ya'll) it's b2k ya'll Welcome ladies... and gentlemen (Yes) to the u got served soundtrack (Yea) we about to do dis You know how
prescription to get you higher, I got every type of weed that you might desire, Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired Any kind of flavor you
I come 'round If I take you to the hood you will never get found When I come out with the K Everybody better pray If I bust you can hear it from the
the same thang Tryin' to serve some Cain up in this dirty game 'Cause you did a lil' bit, think ain't shit changed You wrong boy, these shorties out here misled You
's bad luck When you go around nigga set, bangin' mister nigga You was suppose to pluck, stuck got to watch yo back 'cause that monkey all on it, catch ya loose and paranoid Now them people got
why you got served, nigga you must learn You fall short, the desert Eagle's gonna make you burn The shit is real, now do you feel me? 'cause if you don
uhh] You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You
and that 4-4 [Juvenile] What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time Now you gonna
to show all you niggaz I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through niggaz DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our payin' A.K's get ta spraying like Bottom line
K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that I'm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can't trace that You gotta respect I'mma fool, how you love that
i refuse to be the one on the T~shirt Now Lil' Turk you got the Ak? (He say for sure I got it) Lil' Wayne you drivin? (B.G. you know i'm drivin) Juve
K, and now the niggas with the yay All my niggas, where ya stay? Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight I lay you down if I got a thirty
out there right Tryin' to say how you're whack And your music's soft And you ain't got nothin' to say Well, it's album number two right So you gotta
lies You don't want no blood or no beef Like you was vegan rhymes You like to sleep with guys You a gay maggot Listening to fucking B2K, faggot Go to
Serv-On is bout it bout it Mo B Dick, you know he bout it bout it Cally G, K-Lou, bout it bout it Craig, you know he bout it bout it And Mia X gonna