Mr. Serv-On - My Story lyrics

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[KLC]

It was a long, long time ago

In the basement with no money but had talent to show

But the shit wasn't right because the money was tight

But a mill and some street skills got me feelin tonight, right x2

[Mr. Serv On]

It all started in 92', just tight sounds there wasn't no beats by the pound

Just a little light skinned nigga with light eyes and blacks

I'm trippin, this nigga got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no

muthafuckin strap This nigga gotta be somebody real

Cause in south east and it cost ya dc

Some nigga be tightin up his muthafuckin grill

I'm seein shysty niggas run in and out

Now I'm thinkin this must be a muthafuckin crack house

This nigga say he like what I do, he see a little potential

Now I'm like nigga what's up with you

All we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles

I know ya'll out there fuckin laughing bitch it was real

All we had to do was hustle

I told em nigga do the music these bad times can't hold us

I did everything from credit cards to bad checks to bank tellers

Then we started dressin like goodfellas

Dressin in NBA teams uniforms everyday of the week

This nigga still doing fire music

and I'm pushin ounces of weed on the street

But we still ridin dirty and this old lady Caddy nigga one head light

Fuckin around the club, killing rumors, where niggas die every night

But we ain't trippin, we ain't got shit to lose

Cause if I kill a nigga fuck it, our shit gon sell

I know we got on Serv-On we on the news

Yeah that's what we talkin bout.

All you gotta do is catch one of your bitch ass niggas slippin.

When I blast at that bitch that they talk with.

[KLC]

Chorus x2

[Mr. Serv On]

So now I got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something

This nigga KL got two daughters and he workin on a muthafuckin son

Til we dead we ain't got no nigga to put g's up

Sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people fuckin with him

He got his hands tied up

Shit, all we got between us nigga

is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate

Me and these muthafucka's with child support are always in my face

I still wanna call Boogie and Tarret,

but them niggas got problems of they own

Nigga they kill they homies time to leave they pistols on em

I'm from 6th and Berome, I ain't off the way

But niggas like Booty, Bozo, Cujo, QB, Mo, Vito, and T-Roy

They treat my like I'm they home boy

Now this nigga O-boy may he rest in peace

Talkin bout some jack the rapper shit

Fuck it, we doing bad plus this shit free

Now we three deep in the course, with a pack in the spare tire

I hope these Alabama police don't stop us cuz we hot like fire

I think about all the niggas we done left behind

But fuck it nigga, I gotta go for mine

I don't know what I'm gonna do, I gotta go for mine

Nigga, MC Dart.

That's like the tightest muthafucka ya'll never heard of nigga.

Ya'll never heard of.

[KLC]

Chorus x2

[Mr. Serv On]

Now we at the Mariott Marquis with no passes

Not for long, nigga I'm from New Orleans bitch we whoop asses

I pussy ass label no name giving heard our demo

Try to beat us with hoes and limos, fuck em I don't miss em

Now we in the lobby watchin Death Row and Ruthless Records fightin

Tearin shit up, and right in the middle like when I was young

That nigga P ran up with C-Murder with pistols in hand

Askin what's up nigga ya'll straight

Shit I remember a little group, now they platinum

I could keep a secret now I'm gon make my escape

P said nigga let's eat at this breakfast place

Nigga told me about No Limit and took my demo

Gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the shit we ordered to eat

Now we back home still struglin

I got a pistol with two bullets

One for me and one for the nigga that fuckin with me, I'm thuggin

I done beat some niggas out for some paper

KL got tax problems, don't trust me when we in the money caper

Now P back home lookin for some niggas for some Down South Hustlers shit

I'm lettin club rumors and I'm like dogg take me out this bitch

He ask me if am I trippin on Chris, nigga fuck that bitch hit me bustin

But I can't leave without KL

Now we on the plane with me and the rest ain't hard to tell nigga

We made it

[KLC]

Chorus x2