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'!
Boss Hogg Outlawz, here to serve and collect In that down South state, where the cash flow is great On feet when I skate, boulevard I'ma break Everybody paper chase, on
somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right Now man to man, I can understand They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out But you crossin
plowed I just saw a loud talker getting serve in the jaw He got [? ]whid-bodke? that wasn't cursing as loud Television ain't my vision I ain't serving
all my niggas on the northside Show me love Show a nigga some love nigga On the eastside Show me love And all my niggas on the westside [Mr. Serv-On
prove it The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives Ain't that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life Probably heard his junior singin' Mr
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
Ferrari while blowin' danky-dank Love beef so I got my shooters on deck On the ice so I threw the whole cooler on my neck I take 'em to Divas, straight
showin' the love, that you other thugs ain't got We gon' ride 'til the day we die Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain't got Now ain't nobody on
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 If
like that, puttin' in work something terrible So before you mention to step to me You better get up on my history I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-
Tale Will I fail? I doubt it I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve
in my face I'm ready to catch a case on you fools So bring it on if you wanna try yo luck On this young buck, Run up, And i'll serve ya like a sprung
