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Mr.Serv-On
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It's Real
作詞：Scabies, Sensible, Vanian
Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real
I put you up, nigga, don't trip
You did your work for that mark
And he left you in the dark
Skydiving in a bulletproof parachute
No remorse, left you hanging easy
Aiming lockdown shoot
The clock sounds two
One minute till I'm in it got a business
Fill they ass to death and get my scrilla
In the corner none left
Shots out to my nigga in the pen, getting switch
That whack bitch tried to stop a nigga from getting rich
You can dig a ditch but you won't find shit
Left you in flames, kept you roach
You can smell the shit when I approach
I be off that stanky sack of Indonesia
It's an evidential, I leave you hungry, eat your cheesa
Heard you was sweet like an almond joy
And I know you heard of me 'cause I'm a west coast bad boy
And I'm a sick nigga, sick made, made
It gets real as I pull the pin out this grenade, nade
Body parts like the movie, old school oozie
Rip your arms out from the elbows nigga
I smell those green leaves
Those sick thieves, a twenty sack of green weed
Is all I need, I make you bleed, I take your green
I know you got it from the ice cream man
Before you make that transaction
I need to cash in my hand, goddamn
And if you don't, we can do the murder man dance
Under any circumstance I'm a have your pans
Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real
Brotha Lynch, I'm a make you a deal you can't refuse
My phone tapped, the new code for hafts and hoes
Is T-shirts and tennis shoes from the yay
I got the sneaker 65 for a shoe, nigga, you got the tweaker
Meet me down South, New Orleans we bumping
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I get this bitch jumping, you got the money
I got the G's, flip the keys and the Oz's
We can blow some weed
And talk about that shit, smoking some trees
But watch your back, keep your handlebar on cock
Too many federal agents pretend to be hustlers but really cops
Send across the border nigga like taco bell
Pulling a plane or boat, UPS, nigga I could get it there
I'm surrounded by cocktails, I mean hoes in mini skirts
Ain't no free dick out here, it's time to put in work
Put these hoes on a greyhound, fool if it's going down
And make 'em bring it back from my hood to your town
And it's all good, nigga it's like wax
And we can slang these records like motherfucking crack
And if they bumping we gotta keep 'em jumping
'Cause it's all about the chedder, the cheese and the money
Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real
A criminal tatted from front to back, always 'bout my jack
Doin' a dope deal, forget to bring your strap
Let it be fact I blast first
I know no nigga that slugs in a hurst
Who cursed my dope and money
I'm leaving more blood stains then a stove
Be my wife, live your life till death do us part
Start my gangsta bounce, 36 ounce to a key
Got this D O dick in your face to tell me
The fuck else you got free
A thousand pounds of that skunk, ready to jump
Smokin everything I can't hump
Master P and Brotha Lynch Hung
Let me serve some dip to these niggas with their tongues out
Eighteen five in the South
Twenty four in the East, see my scrilla blow like geese
Cross my fingers for my wife, it's hot tonight
A murder case got away with a hundred G's
And a couple of wild geeks headed west
Kapish, a hundred clunkers awaiting my arrival, dirty survival
Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real
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