Mr. Serv-on - Make'm Bleed lyrics

[fiend] Ah, ah, serv, mr serv on. Where you at, where you at, where you at, where you at. Mr. serv-on, come on boy, come on boy. [mr serv on-chorus] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do, b**h im from the tank If you scared, homie leave, i make em f**ing bleed x2 I respect that n***a that said it aint where you from its where you at I'm getting rowdy grabing on my tank All the crazy n***az in the f**ing back Im fake tape snatching, hoe smacking, rental car jacking, riding your sh** Putting dick to your f**ing b**h, you never hear me say quit No limit n***as fighting with a nose bleed We done sold out in every city and i be doing shows over seas Used to slang weed by the pound Now i smoke it by the sack with v-90 and a whole bunch a pimps Looking for a big booty gimp n***a dont ask me if im set tripping b**h im loving gang banging No matter how you decide as long as you got love for this tank b**h ill ride til i die Put a gun to my head b**h i aint scared When you do that know who you bout n***a im from the south Chorus x4 When its dark outside n***a, i came out Talking sh** about no limit b**h I'm gonna be the one thats gon knock your motherf**ing teeth out n***az ask me if i found something i believe in, would i die for it n***a put a tank in front of my k**er They might as well shoot b**h im gon reach for it I was born to bleed f** with me please My dick get hard when people motherf**ing strike through my f**ing sleeve I aint leaving this cali motherf**er til all you b**hes follow my lead Coward motherf**ers breed Do or die n***az except they destiny with a bullet in the chest And the stupidest question you can ask me before my eyes close Who the f** is the best n***a n-o l-i-m-i-t Dmx told you cowards "hell was hot" But wait til you get a load of my f**ing block Chorus x4