Letras:
Mr Serv On Strap Up

clothes and war thats hard as me [Mr. Serv-On] Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers Bitch I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya Strap up my tennis

comin up, a hard day, serve We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up get him on the phone, hurry up

nigga this aint no daylife i love it murderin mothafuckas in the night and deuced up ready to make his mark underground target hooked up

cops Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that

goin' drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke 'em with the Noodle Mr

By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed, I came with the drank So here's five on the weed See kids don't belong Up in grown folks

Im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe, whats the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe, yeah you get served like a fucking

comin up a hard day, serve We gettin' drunk smokin' herb and the third dike you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin' yayo We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up Get him on the phone, hurry up

up if you a thug And all them niggas say [chorus - mac] (woah!) You see a soldier on the streets holler (woah!) You hear them soldiers on them beats