[Mr. Serv On]
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I like to get that wild thing, street or city.
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Huh? What ya'll bout?
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Huh? What you bout?
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You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
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They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
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They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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Ya'll niggas call your self killas,
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but ya'll don't know the fuck a killa is
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Oh I represent my block and I don't give a fuck about his
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I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun,
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and ain't no bitches on theirs
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And I done roll through Watts where the mutherfucka killin
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And never motherfuckin stop
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Or in St. Louis, where a nigga break your muthafuckin' neck
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and step in your chest nigga that's what the fuck I call respect
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They ask me why the fuck I write these type of words
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Go to Memphis nigga and ask every nigga
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Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
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Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every nigga in the Y 100's
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Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol down
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Cause we soldiers nigga, with out a fuckin life
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And I don't give a fuck what city your from,
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nigga put em up cause it's on tonight
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya
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You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
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They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
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They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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[Fiend]
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I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble
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And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go
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Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle
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Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full
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Our love goes, duckin po po's, hoes on the go go
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Takin no no's, don't let the eyes close, with seven zeros
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Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
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Combat ready from the midwest to the California streets
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Nigga's that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats
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Florida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia Leaf
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If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak
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Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
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Bitch I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya
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You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
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They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
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They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Bitch I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
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Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
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Strap Up
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| Mr. Serv-On |
