Traduction: Serv-sur M.. I'll Be There.
I'll always be there [Chorus x4] [Mr. Serv-On] Some of the ??? around the way on they third and fourth babies I wonder if you was home one of them would be
evil But there ain't nothing in this world to make me cross up my people I swear to God, I'll be a soldier til I'm six in the dirt My Henny bottle in
the fuckin trigga Now you live in fear of a heartless ass nigga ?Mr. Trump? Niggas tried to play me with the gat but like Terminator, nigga, I'll be back and I'll be
ll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you the more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid 'cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it and while I
I'm somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I'm unstoppable, I'm alive, I'm on top again There's no obstacle that I can't conquer So come along with
the Motts, I knots by the chance I rain-dance.. I rain-dance But steppin just a bit I don't need another shadow Makes makes, is gonna be the new man's
trend settin musician I be Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo mrs. By me I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t If I get one wish
Wherever I may roam There will be hate and pain Eye for eye, tooth for tooth Respect is what I gain I look up to Mr Crowley. Evil powers now unite! I will be
there will be hate and pain eye for eye, tooth for tooth. respect is what I gain I look up to Mr Crowley. evil powers now unite! I will be your darkest
I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and the tears Eff a career, I'll be left with the respect of my peers [
Sesta Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack, I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag, I?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull
, M.O.P. "I don't claim to be" The Blueprint 2 is on it's way "Noooooooooo philosopher" I know y'all hear my footsteps out there, I'm comin "But I sure
's sure to be returned To serve his sentence? Come to that, can you be sure, That I am not your man? [JAVERT] I have known the thief for ages Tracked
Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer
that's cool [Supa Nate] I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain'
toenails Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve I
ain't no thangs to this I show no pity so take off because I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breakin Speakin of breakin, break on
