Mr. Serv-on - Straight Outta N.o. lyrics

[c-murder] Wa**up n***as and n**ets? We got the muthaf**in infamous three in this b**h. That uptown n***a, that third ward n***a. And that ninth ward n***a. We represent for every hood on this muthaf**in globe. No limit, n***a check this out. I'm a tell you n***as like this. [c-murder] Straight out the projects, a crazy n***a named c-murder Quick to put a muthaf**er in a d**h gerter First we blank to smoke weed out of zig zags And call it chop chop to meet me on the dope spot In the projects we flip checks for the bricks And beat dope fiends down with them iron sticks My n***a serv and mr. magic bout to cause havoc Ready, aim, shoot, n***as jumpin like some jack rabbits I hit the third and i swerve with serv Pushin birds by the herbs, from the jets to the suburbs A trigger happy muthaf**a with respect, breaking necks Coming straight out the muthaf**in projects [mr. serv on] These motherf**ers don't know me. You n***as don't know muthaf**in streets. I'll f**in survive. Straight outta uptown, a rowdy muthaf**a named serv You n***as need to believe what the f** you see, And not what the f** you heard Before it's all said and done, n***a i'm a make you stand and bow When i flow all my muthaf**in raps on the tracks, everbody get wild (uptown, uptown, we don't take no sh** Uptown, uptown, n***as staight jack ya b**h Uptown, uptown, we don't take no sh** Uptown, uptown, n***as straight jack ya b**h) Back to lesson at hand, b**hes gotta understand f** it n***a i accept this f**in war, i'm the f**in man You can go blow for blow, rap for rap, better yet blast for blast What up n***a, i'm talkin too muthaf**in fast I tell you n***a i'm a slow it down No limit, i never fall, damn you hate to see some muthaf**in' k**as ball So guess what n***as when i come around, you know it's going down Believe it n***a, i'm straight outta uptown [magic] Man wait, hold on, hold on. Ya'll n***as is something f**in else bruh. Man fix me a f**in drink and roll me a blunt. Let the downtown n***a do a little something ya hoid me? Straight out the ninth ward, remember me, it's mr. magic I'm here and i'm hittin harder than a heron habit Got the world screamin ninth ward, b**h i might drop it When i'm driving in st. clause, all my pastors die hard Because i made it and i'm keepin' it real Every song i scream ninth ward, i could imagine how ya'll people feel See my name all over t-shirts Walkin with my cd's, coming to concerts I can see em pushin in the crowd Actin real ignorant, screamin real loud (from the nine, n***as don't mind dying >from the nine, n***as don't mind dying) Huh, huh (from the nine, n***as don't mind dying >from the nine, n***as don't mind dying) Now where my n***as at, what what And where the b**hes at, what what Where my n***as at, what what Where my n***as at, what what Straight out the ninth ward Yeah n***a [mr. serv on/(magic)] That was aight n***a but uptown run this muthaf**a. (f** that sh**. f** that uptown sh**.) I'm from uptown (i'm from downtown) I'm from uptown (i'm from downtown) I'm from uptown (i'm from downtown) I'm from uptown (i'm from downtown) What what what n***a sh**, n***a you know what, uptown run this muthaf**a. (man, downtown in this b**h n***a.) You now what? If you put both of them b**hes together Alot of money makers and k**ers n***a. (that's right n***a) Ha ha, n***a, keep it on the song n***a. We all gon die n***a one day we gon die and ride together. (uptown and downtown. We all represent new orleans in this muthaf**a. You know what the f** i'm talkin bout. We no limit soldiers n***a) What, what, yo n***a. It's serv-on throw out to the nwa n***a. Rest in peace eazy. Ya'll made it real but a n***a like me Come along and handle my f**in' business. (yall, it's mr. magic. Rest in peace to eazy e. Give it up to dj yella, mc ren, ice cube, dr. dre.)