way through [Verse 1:] I'm standing on this corner giving a fuck about one-time Got this serve on my mind ready to get my pay on this fuckin' grind
[Mr. Serv-On] It's a quarter to ten He was my friend Hit the funeral, roses in my hand Payin respects to a dead man Hugged his mama, kissed his girl
cousin came up short I'm sorry, two shots to the heart I did, business never personal, I'm with it [King George] Job well done Mr. Serv-On. Here's your envelope man. [Mr. Serv-On
[Mr. Serv-On (Big Moe)] (Serv, Serv, stop that nigga man.) What's wrong Moe. Nigga what you lookin for them big hoes? (Yeah I'm lookin for them big hoes
(feat. Big Ed, Magic, Fiend) [Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [x4] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'!
you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other
of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others
id What the young 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
known one other Who can do what you have done He's a convict from the chain gang He's been ten years on the run But he couldn't run forever We have found
it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others
in direct conflict with the initial action. It cannot be assimilated, 4 its very nature is resistance. In other words, ONE CANNOT SERVE 2 MASTERS. U
get those puppets up) Puppetmastaz rap to rape minds fools rarely beg to differ with our great minds B.O.G. grapevine germinates rhymes served on a German
shield her ears from... Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on
[Black Thought] On the actual, I swings like I'm Satchel And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural Inclined to align, index to other flow
there? LOVETT: What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound? TODD: Those crunching noises pervading the air! LOVETT: Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr
come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech N9ne:] What's
