[Mr. Serv-On]
Whats happenin new?
[New 9]
What's happenin Serv?
[Mr. Serv-On]
What you doin n***a?
[New 9]
Man I ain't doin nothin, just chillin
Layin back in this b**h
In this cold heartless a** world
[Mr. Serv-On]
n***a pa** the weed to a n***a baby
Chorus
This world got me heartless
That's why I hit the weed
Leave my middle finger up, I give a f** (2X)
Dear God tell me, how many times
During the course of a day for ?????
My life I gotta say a prayer for myself
Or tell me, how many nights
My mama gotta lay awake cryin
Starin at my picture on the shelf
But if you ask me
Some of you n***as instead of hating
You need to be anticipating
And find the bullet that's waitin for ya
Do I feel for ya, I'm heartless
I feel for people like my girl Cheryl
Who lost her brother Travis to these streets
Can you imagine, having to identify
Your little brother that's laying beneath some sheets
I don't think so
Or what about this hoe
That tried to tell me about a n***a
That I came up with since diapers
Serv watch yourself he don't like ya
Or what about these n***as on my block
That know I made it out
All this dope you n***as done sold in the hood
You still ain't bought
Your mama a house
But believe me n***as I love you till my dying day
But if you try to take me from my family
I'm a bang you in a f**in heartless way
Chorus (4X)
[New 9]
I just got out last night so it's like a cycle
Even though I know sh** always don't go they way you want it to go
I proceed to be a n***a I need, it's only real
It's money making plans to demand at center field
And sh**'s real and right now everything is tight
I got to pack a gun but if I get caught it's my third strike
I'm strapped up, my tennis too tight, that's how I'm living
A n***a on a mission, anything in my way, I'm k**ing
That's my mentality right, me and my n***as be quick to fight
Type of n***as you don't wanna cross if you kinda value your life
Whether wrong or right, I got a pocket full of rocks and I'm on a block
Smokin weed with my n***as, last thing I wanna see is a cop
On patrol, some dicks**ers roll, the heck is up
I'm heartless so I point my middle finger cause I don't give a f**
I'm strapped up and on parole, I gotta fight to stay out of the penn
The same sh** happened last year, here I go again
[Mr. Serv-On]
Chorus 4X
[Uzi]
Mercy mercy me, Lord forgive me for the wrong I've done
Ghetto child with a crooked smile I had a rough one
This life full of plenty hurt, so soft and pain
Consequences of the game but I had to maintain
Step on toes, I'm ready to ride or roll over
I'm a k** for a meal, lay back and smoke some doja
But I know what go around come around good
Knock on wood and it's understood
I'm stayin young at twenty one life full of regret
Ten commandments say don't k** but I done left some folks wet
I got the blood of a dead man on my hand
We goin clash again in soldier land
Mm hmm
[Glock]
Now am I wrong when I want to bust your motherf**in dome
Got that blues song stuck, scratch on you ain't coming home
I let it ride cause I know he be fake
But f** that he cross my family, this n***a's done took the cake
Stop the record just start it up you can find him in the lake
Have your people f**ed up sayin I just saw him yesterday
See that's real and I know you motherf**ers can relate
It's written down in ghetto law and taught by this ghetto church
That's why my hollow keeps me strapped, cause it be too late
Cause in a minute all this sh** bout to be in one way
[Mo B. Dick]
Here I go again
[Mr. Serv-On]
Chorus 6X