T-Rock
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"Slang N Serve"
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Choices Soundtrack
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deciphered by Mista Flames
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Im on an everlasting money mission,million dollar premenition,
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got my own coalition,pack my own ammunition,
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20's on the Lexus glisten,Im driven to mob life,
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hella niggas want me murdered,but cant do the job right,
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razor blades,Ak's,and ask me do I carry them,
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killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian,
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when will the disaster stop?Never,nigga pass the glock,
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illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox,
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now I got em hot,from the plot to put the block on lock,
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set up shop wit over 50,000 dollars worth of rocks,
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ammunition cocked,prepared to pop,Ill even shoot at cops,
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stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top,
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find yo own bizness,or the gat'll make yo clock stop,
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187 from the west and get yo fuckin block mopped,
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you gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize,get suprised,
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good for makin money off the shit to stay the fuck alive,
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Chorus 4X
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come smoke some herb wit me,
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come flip a bird wit me,
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step on the curb wit me,
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come slang n serve wit me,
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I only fuck wit real niggas,all the haters can burn in hell,
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if you aint affiliated,dont come wit packs to sell,
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object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail,
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situations turn sour,rivals'll blast then bail,
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when I hit the block Im seein J's,drivin insane,
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crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine,
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ATL niggas blowin brains,simple and plain,
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sippin golden grain,makin stangs,inflictin the pain,
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smokin,gettin into it,livin ruthless,the feds are clueless,
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we the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid,
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Hypnotize niggas ridin vettes,sippin moets,
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strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress,
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51 niggas got my back,so nevertheless,
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Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest,
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puttin bitches on the track,when its a pimp in the flesh,
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solid as a rock for advesaries who wishin to test,
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Repeat Chorus
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My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me,
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if there ??? treachery dont try to get next to me,
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yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin wit family,
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We turnin psychotic losin all of our insanity,
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break bread off of greenery,releasin the steam in me,
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keep me from the weapons,Ill be fuckin up the scenery,
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deport bullets like immigrants,bitch niggas dont attempt to flinch,
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money is the motive,let my sinning end the innocence,
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Ima let the missile rip,ballistic wit hollow tips,
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you wont see me comin,keep yo fingers on the pistol grip,
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smoke blindin my enemies,give em fearful tendencies,
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you can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey,
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Im in it for the presidents,luxurious residence,
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hooked up wit the camp,Ive been a mercerary ever since,
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Atlanta my stompin grounds,Old National's where Im found,
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moving bricks,and fuckin tricks,and flippin reefer by the pounds!!!
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Slang and Serve
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| Three 6 Mafia |
