Mystikal) [Master P] "nigga" "nigga if you buyin' 10 birds" "and Mystikal buyin' 10 birds" "and I go in 10 a bird nigga we got 30 birds" [Mr.Serv-On
Traduzione: Mr. Serv-On. Hustlin '.
a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and
[Flesh] We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
(feat. Channel Live, Crunch Lo, Mos Def, Rock, Shyheim) [Shyheim] The precinct is crooked, my man got grabbed up Had cracks on him worth about a bullet
with your? on But pink panther snoopy's on I just put all my jewelry on My diamonds, my rubies on Shining off the light, it looks like a got a cuggi Roof on
hands on some dough Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor See around my neighborhood nobody knows What niggas might do to put they hands on some
PLEASE It's a hustle for a joint when your settlement G's But we still be on the wax because it acts like that We still be on the moves because it moves
eerie gang eerrie pimp and gangsta! [Chorus: Mr. G'stacka] Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on
get out Juck gettin' caught A lot a hustle And lots of jackin' Shit ain't change, we in this game Keepin' it real shakin' the lame Move get away on my mind Still holdin' on
OUT, gangstas, MOB UP All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin, and let's go get us a sack Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs 'til
or later it got to come back around E-40 Water held his ground Kept my foot in the fast lane Flew uppidy on mesmerized Cuz I snuck up in up out the game
down on that dope slingin, I'm broke And I used to get money from slingin the crack But since they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'm cracked I used
to make it on these streets [Chorus] [Dolliolie] I'm tryin to make it [Spade] I'm a soldier tryin to make it on these streets [x4] [Mr. Serv-On] It
24's, those 74 for 2's When you was on the stage, Gucci was on the news But bitch don't pity me, I look like Mr. T I pimp like Soulja Slim, but I think
[Intro] Yeah, it's Mr. Kardinal Yeah, Black Jays! Oh what? [Verse] Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder Your
Pak Pros, use my muscle and mind I got to get that dough, got to hustle and grind, shine! [Bad Azz] Once in the life of.. Mr. Bad We ain't trippin'
c murder) Atlanta (wassup fiend) Chicago (wassup mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon) Cleveland, kentucky, alabama (wassup to big mama mia x) All them playas out there California (mr. serv on
