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[Mr. Serv On]
I like to get that wild thing, street or city.
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta
shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta
shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta
shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta
shit
Ya'll niggas call your self killas,
but ya'll don't know the fuck a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a fuck
about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big
Pun,
and ain't no bitches on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the
mutherfucka killin
And never motherfuckin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a nigga break your
muthafuckin' neck
and step in your chest nigga that's what the fuck
I call respect
They ask me why the fuck I write these type of
words
Go to Memphis nigga and ask every nigga
Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on
the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every nigga in
the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they
wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers nigga, with out a fuckin life
And I don't give a fuck what city your from,
nigga put em up cause it's on tonight
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta
shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta
shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta
shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta
shit
[Fiend]
I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till
they humble
And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the
sun go
Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my
uncle
Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk
full
Our love goes, duckin po po's, hoes on the go go
Takin no no's, don't let the eyes close, with
seven zeros
Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
Combat ready from the midwest to the California
streets
Nigga's that only take the heat, bring loud and
foster beats
Florida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia Leaf
If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect
when you speak
Represent your 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 shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta
shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta
shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta
shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta
shit
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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