Mr. Serv-On:
Say young Ken'oe
Give a little something I can f**ing roll to
Some murderous type sh**
I got a little something on my chest and I gots to get it off
See n***as playing, you wanna play?
Y'all think we slow down here, tell you what
Ken'oe, we gonna turn my
Naw wait Ken'oe, Ken'oe, hold up
I got something, stay the f** right here
Stay the f** right here
Magic:
Serv, Serv on, Serv, say bro, let's go bro
I just saw them n***as bro
Let's go get them stupid a** motherf**ing n***as
(Chorus)
Murder, Murder, where they at?, (ah sh**) I see em'
(there dey go) (there dey go)
Murder, Murder, pa** me them thangs, I'm gonna get em'
(pa** me them thangs) (let me get em')
Mr. Serv-On:
See me, I'm a little n***a
And I ain't never had sh**, but now I'm the best
So ain't sh** for me to give it all up
For this motherf**ing tank, around my f**ing chest
When y'all see it, y'all see diamonds and gold
When I see it, I see a bunch of rowdy motherf**ers just (???)
See the colonel, he don't start no sh**, but wait a minute
You motherf**ing talking about the motherf**ing tank, this n***a love
Me most of all, so watch this n***a finish
We like to go scrap for scrap, blow for blow
When I see you n***a, I told you I was gonna get you
I don't give a f** about you or your hoe
Cause I'm the type of n***a that's gonna finish this sh**
I go from town to town, if I want to f** you up n***a
I slap you and your motherf**ing b**h
See talk about n***as down south, we slow, (what's happening)
But watch me wake up n***a
And I'm gonna show what we do n***a, what up, you wanna go?
Chorus 4x
Magic:
Yo, you better back the f** off me
If you know me then you know my rap
I be that step on your chest, until you lose your f**ing breath
b**h, I huff, and I puff, until you shiver in fear
You looking for that Bulldoser, Mr. Magic is here
Now who want to test me?(Wha?), Who can the best be?(Who?)
Who from that lower 9, a lot of f**ing gra** be
Who do them b**hes be jocking and flocking round to come see
Who got them thug n***as jumping (Magic!), that's me
Hi, what happening, have y'all seen me in them videos
Floss around with a lot of hoes, smoking on that fire doja
sh**, you can come over here if you wanna, you's a gonner
I don't need no pistol b**h, I'll put these f**ing hands on ya!
Chorus 4x
Mr. Serv-On:
See I call myself a soldier, y'all call me a thug
f**ing young Silkk told me be the f** you gonna be, f** the love
I (???) my tank, I only want love from n***as doing time(25 to life)
sh** n***a, keep doing your push-up's
I'm gonna keep busting these b**hes, that hate my kind
Some b**hes told me when you see us, y'all gonna start busting
n***a, I heard that sh** before
n***a my baby cry, my old lady at home [f** for show]
See n***a I got Pampers to buy
My little nephew need a new pair of shoes
So n***a f** you, the magazines, and the motherf**ing news
Y'all n***as make albums, put em' out, and they don't sell
(that ain't my fault)
I met a n***a two weeks ago
Put em' out now n***a and this n***a got million dollar stories to tell
I f** with a n***a named P with gold teeth in his mouth
And a n***a like C-Murder who love the motherf**ing south
So what the f** y'all 'bout?
Chorus 4x