[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
Got his dope and his son, your f**in life is now my f**in world
Don't even hear the preacher talkin
Just thinkin about the money
And the bedroom noise me and his wife been makin
He told me how she like to take it- so I'ma give it
I see you later, f** your clothes bring my p**y and my son
And this gangsta sh** is done
I shoulda spit in your face after the way she f**ed me in the game
I hope you burn in vain
One day your son will call me daddy
It's your fault 'cuz you lost loyalty
We been f**in around since diapers
But you let another n***a touch you
Now that b**h work for me
But not for long- I ordered that b**h here at a quarter to three
And if he got a b**h- I'ma pimp her
For every minute you had to suffer
And f** her for every dollar you had to cover
That's how it goes, n***a you know the game
You shoulda stayed real
That's why I'm saying "f** a dead man!"
You know the deal, your cap's got peeled
Should I bang him?
Should I k** him, should I take him from his family?
(f** em, f** em!)
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