way through [Verse 1:] I'm standing on this corner giving a fuck about one-time Got this serve on my mind ready to get my pay on this fuckin' grind
[Mr. Serv-On] It's a quarter to ten He was my friend Hit the funeral, roses in my hand Payin respects to a dead man Hugged his mama, kissed his girl
cousin came up short I'm sorry, two shots to the heart I did, business never personal, I'm with it [King George] Job well done Mr. Serv-On. Here's your envelope man. [Mr. Serv-On
[Mr. Serv-On (Big Moe)] (Serv, Serv, stop that nigga man.) What's wrong Moe. Nigga what you lookin for them big hoes? (Yeah I'm lookin for them big hoes
(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'!
you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other
: [Black Thought] On the actual, I swings like I'm Satchel And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural Inclined to align, index to other flow
shield her ears from... Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on
in direct conflict with the initial action. It cannot be assimilated, 4 its very nature is resistance. In other words, ONE CANNOT SERVE 2 MASTERS. U r
it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others
the young trend setting musician I be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T.
[VERSE 1 (Twista)] I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't
you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech:] What
die cuz i got homie luv Will u ever see a world wit out animosity, against each other Converse your brother Do you wonder why, some call it laggin' on yo dick Ones that are false, think they serve
fuck all that drama I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid [J.T. The Bigga Figga] Come on, ease on down, ease on down This funky tack the Fast One done layed down Sipping on
in the Twin Towers And everybody lost period all we got is hope I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I?m on
church, life hurts Drug raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's diapers It go the other way too when your mother's on hype And you gotta serve her
