Mr. Serv-on - F.U. Serv lyrics

You know you done f**ed up right? I got yo hoe. I'm yo b**h n***a? Aight. [x3] Back up off me, back up off me When I step in this b**h I wanna hear you scream [Verse 1:] n***a hoe this n***a what? n***a b**h that In fact Bigga I ain't yo' motherf**in hoe or yo' motherf**in b**h Betta yet let's sit where all the motherf**in k**ers sit So I can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove n***a where the f** I come from, we call it love n***a I'll never be caught in the back n***a that's where all the pretty muthaf**az be sittin at You know the b**hes that's scared to bust back I f** wit drug dealers, n***a cap pealers If I come to yo' town and you ain't got one I'ma leave wit a million motherf**in k**ers Tank soldiers, marchin, sh** talkin If you want me to holla at ya dawg n***a start f**in barkin (barking) If you bustas bust first, and I bag sh** Or see a n***a with his hoe and you still talkin b**h you came to the right clique I'm the type of n***a I don't f** wit retaliation n***a I'll step in this b**h and I'll start a pistol whippin session Ya heard me? [Chorus:] Rowdy is the f** n***a Bout it is the f** n***a So what the f** you said? f** you Serv! [x3] Back up off me, back up off me When I step in this b**h I wanna hear you scream [more x3] [Verse 2:] I said I'm with No Limit and y'all n***az hate me I f** wit the hoez y'all wanna f** and y'all n***az sit Around like some b**hes and talk about me I f** the hoes y'all love to f**, now you ain't know that Go head n***a dont be like no b**h n***a Come on now talk about me; I'm a War n***a, battle ready I'll step in the motherf**in ring n***a You bad as f** come on and test me Cutthroat drug dealer from St. Louis to Miami accept me Why the f** y'all from the same place And why the f** y'all gon' sweat me? His daddy's car, his daddy's house I know some pregnant hoes who got some better sh** to talk about Big Vi's told me k**ers don't talk They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every f**in music shop And now I'm bout to add mines And I can see it in your heart you f**in hate my kind Cause I f** wit the pound, cause I'm wit No Limit Cause I sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town You best to be leavin n***a don't be mad, ease up clown n***a dont make me lay it f**in down! [Chorus: repeat until fade]