Da Next Level

You niggaz don't fuckin know me
Why the fuck y'all always lookin at me?
Pissed off cuz a bitch lookin at me
Or cause one of yo' niggaz got a lil luv for me
You don't know me

Chorus (2x)
1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga
2, slap a bitch fuck a bitch
3, you don't know me why you fuckin with me
1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga
2, slap a bitch fuck a bitch
3, you don't know me you dont know me

I'm the piece of the puzzle that didn't fit
I'm the reason why niggaz smack they bitch
I thought you wuz a playa so why the fuck you gon trick?
I'm the feelin in ya dick when ya piss and ya know you been burned
I'm the pain in ya face
When i punch the fuck out you talkin bout no limit
When the fuck y'all gon learn?
I'm the feelin in the gangbanger heart when he know he been violated
But when he catch up with you in the middle of the night
The beef between you, let's update it
You niggaz don't know me
Bitch i'm at no limit money bitches fame
So what the fuck you gon show me?
I'm the stop sign on yo block that everybody run (run dat bitch)
You think you the man in yo house nigga ask yo bitch bout me
Betta yet nigga ask yo son

Chorus

P told me he the wheels on the tank
Betta yet the million dollars in the bank
Well i'm that lil screw that whole everything together and i never rust
I told you i gave you 1,052 grams
We kinda cool nigga but you betta weigh yo shit, i aint to be trust
I love to bust
I'm the lie in the mirror when you look and you think you kinda tight
I'm the tears in ya eyes when you find out the bitch on camera,
That's ya wife
I'm the thought in ya mind when you see the nigga that snitched on you
I'm the shame in yo heart when all yo niggaz
Found out you like bitches to piss on you
I'm the returns when ya tape don't sell out
I'm the look in ya girl eyes
When pokey see you bitch and knock you the fuck out

Chorus

You bitches don't know me and will never know me nigga.
You know what? p right don't be fuckin wit none of these niggaz out here.
Fuck y'all.
I told you nigga, choose yo side you're either foe or friend from now on nigga.
Tso for gamin ?? ?? ?? fuck y'all nigga.

[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

Mr. serv-on:
Say young ken'oe
Give a little something i can fucking roll to
Some murderous type shit
I got a little something on my chest and i gots to get it off
See niggas playing, you wanna play?
Y'all think we slow down here, tell you what
Ken'oe, we gonna turn my
Naw wait ken'oe, ken'oe, hold up
I got something, stay the fuck right here
Stay the fuck right here

Magic:
Serv, serv on, serv, say bro, let's go bro
I just saw them niggas bro,
Let's go get them stupid ass motherfucking niggas

(chorus)
Murder, murder, where they at?, (ah shit) i see em'
(there dey go) (there dey go)
Murder, murder, pass me them thangs, i'm gonna get em'
(pass me them thangs) (let me get em')

Mr. serv-on:
See me, i'm a little nigga
And i ain't never had shit, but now i'm the best
So ain't shit for me to give it all up
For this motherfucking tank, around my fucking chest
When y'all see it, y'all see diamonds and gold
When i see it, i see a bunch of rowdy motherfuckers just (???)
See the colonel, he don't start no shit, but wait a minute
You motherfucking talking about the motherfucking tank, this nigga love
Me most of all, so watch this nigga finish
We like to go scrap for scrap, blow for blow
When i see you nigga, i told you i was gonna get you
I don't give a fuck about you or your hoe
Cause i'm the type of nigga that's gonna finish this shit
I go from town to town, if i want to fuck you up nigga
I slap you and your motherfucking bitch
See talk about niggas down south, we slow, (what's happening)
But watch me wake up nigga
And i'm gonna show what we do nigga, what up, you wanna go?

Chorus 4x

Magic:
Yo, you better back the fuck off me
If you know me then you know my rap
I be that step on your chest, until you lose your fucking breath
Bitch, i huff, and i puff, until you shiver in fear
You looking for that bulldoser, mr. magic is here
Now who want to test me?(wha?), who can the best be?(who?)
Who from that lower 9, a lot of fucking grass be
Who do them bitches be jocking and flocking round to come see
Who got them thug niggas jumping (magic!), that's me
Hi, what happening, have y'all seen me in them videos
Floss around with a lot of hoes, smoking on that fire doja
Shit, you can come over here if you wanna, you's a gonner,
I don't need no pistol bitch, i'll put these fucking hands on ya!

Chorus 4x

Mr. serv-on:
See i call myself a soldier, y'all call me a thug
Fucking young silkk told me be the fuck you gonna be, fuck the love
I (???) my tank, i only want love from niggas doing time(25 to life)
Shit nigga, keep doing your push-up's,
I'm gonna keep busting these bitches, that hate my kind
Some bitches told me when you see us, y'all gonna start busting
Nigga, i heard that shit before,
Nigga my baby cry, my old lady at home [fuck for show]
See nigga i got pampers to buy,
My little nephew need a new pair of shoes
So nigga fuck you, the magazines, and the motherfucking news
Y'all niggas make albums, put em' out, and they don't sell,
(that ain't my fault)
I met a nigga two weeks ago,
Put em' out now nigga and this nigga got million dollar stories to tell
I fuck with a nigga named p with gold teeth in his mouth
And a nigga like c-murder who love the motherfucking south
So what the fuck y'all

Smokin that cali thang.
Huh, nigga little fucked up in this bitch.
I'm uh, trying to see what's happenin with these hoes.
I got my girl pinky and lil' slim in here.
Shit, craig b, all of beats by the pound
Mo. b nigga with this track, kl.
Nigga bad azz in this bitch.
Goodie mob, all them niggas.
Khujo, gipp, all of them nigga.
I'm doing this shit here, we ride this bitch here.
I want to see them hoes ride nigga.
Pokey in this here nigga what's happenin?
Huh?

Chorus
I luv it when them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say never die, never die
I luv it when them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say never die, never die
I luv it when them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say never die, never die
I luv it them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say what, what

Pistol packing, car jacking, nigga fuck rappin
Get your ass caught up here in an avragated kidnappin
Slapping hoes, i suppose
You like the way i walk with this limp
Call me third ward daddy pimp
>from that big bad southern region
Bitch i ain't leaving till i see them hoes shake a little sumthing
I luv it when them niggas say bitch you gotta kill me right here
I ain't running, fuck talkin, you bout that playin

Chorus

Club crowded, niggas pushin, hoe i'm trippin
Bitch i'm facin eleven months on the weed charted fuck it like the trees
Puttin tricks up on they knees, shake em off like some fleas
Throw up in the keys, white gansta on the more, ask em hoes
They love the way they twist, bitch you know my clique
N-o l-i-m-i-t, fuckin tricks, makin money
With the rollie with the gold teeth, meet me in the back
Smoke a quarter sack, now i'm screamin "where the killas at"

[fiend]
Ah, ah, serv, mr serv on.
Where you at, where you at, where you at, where you at.
Mr. serv-on, come on boy, come on boy.

[mr serv on-chorus]
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do, bitch im from the tank
If you scared, homie leave, i make em fucking bleed x2

I respect that nigga that said it aint where you from its where you at
I'm getting rowdy grabing on my tank
All the crazy niggaz in the fucking back
Im fake tape snatching, hoe smacking, rental car jacking, riding your shit
Putting dick to your fucking bitch, you never hear me say quit
No limit niggas fighting with a nose bleed
We done sold out in every city and i be doing shows over seas
Used to slang weed by the pound
Now i smoke it by the sack with v-90 and a whole bunch a pimps
Looking for a big booty gimp
Nigga dont ask me if im set tripping
Bitch im loving gang banging
No matter how you decide as long as you got love for this tank
Bitch ill ride til i die
Put a gun to my head bitch i aint scared
When you do that know who you bout
Nigga im from the south

Chorus x4

When its dark outside nigga, i came out
Talking shit about no limit bitch
I'm gonna be the one thats gon knock your motherfucking teeth out
Niggaz ask me if i found something i believe in, would i die for it
Nigga put a tank in front of my killer
They might as well shoot bitch im gon reach for it
I was born to bleed fuck with me please
My dick get hard when people motherfucking strike through my fucking sleeve
I aint leaving this cali motherfucker til all you bitches follow my lead
Coward motherfuckers breed
Do or die niggaz except they destiny with a bullet in the chest
And the stupidest question you can ask me before my eyes close
Who the fuck is the best
Nigga n-o l-i-m-i-t
Dmx told you cowards "hell was hot"
But wait til you get a load of my fucking block

Chorus x4

Chorus: 2x's
When will i see my friends
As the time go i could never
When will i see my friends
In this time lord i need some
When will i see my friends

Mr. serv-on:
Have you ever tried to count every raindrop
Before it hit the ground probably not better yet
Count every love one or friend that aint around i did
Hopin that the time it took it would ease my troubles in
The end all i got was to many tears an my reflection in a
Puddle sometimes i just want to stand in the rain and look up
With my arms open hopin god could tell me why babies die
Why my cousin fish keep smokin, mama told me say a prayer
And it'll ease the pain you think mouse before he died
At lease smile and said his son name i'd give anything
If i could hear my aunt gussie curse me out
Auntee if you see randall tell him his pad holdin up and
Hold me a place in his new house cause so many nights
I look at my dun and ask myself whats the purpose its been a
Long time since i been to church is that reason enough to hurt us
They told my cousin he got hiv known he facin death he walk
Around with a smile, every sunday he praisein a thought he
Still gods child and mama lost a nephew and a sister in the same
Year and never once i saw her just lay down, give up and
Shed a tear

Chorus: 2x's

Mr. serv-on:
See steve in north carolina lil brother tony had five
Mouths to feed, god did joeys killers know that before they
Shot him to his knees, god please tell me i'ma i a good father
My daughter a week old and i can see it in her little eyes she
Already got a troubled soul and it seem like i'm runnin my last
And final race if derall and ken not to busy send a little
Sunshine to they lonely brothers face i know everybody they die
For a reason you think my cousin chuck with his last breath
Wanted a hit of gin before leaven or if momo was still liven
My family wouldn't look at each other with so much hate we'd
All be speakin shhh!! fat rube mama never got to enjoy grandkids
Homie i know its hard when your son ask to see his their other
Grandmother and where she live i go to the cemetery and it seem
Like the only place i find peace do you really believe a man
When he let out of jail he really free i think if i was a bird
I wouldn't fly away cause for some reason
I think everybody i love would come back and i'd be to far to come
Back to enjoy dat day

Chorus pays through out the outro:

Outro:
Shhh! dear god when i'm standin alone in the dark hmm!
It might seem like i'm a drunk or even if i'm not
So what i'm sayin just talkin to you tellin you what
I fell every mother that lost somebody ease they pain
Please you know if i could give a part of me just to do that
Then do what you got to do to take it you know all these kids
Out there without fathers you know let their father become a man
And take care of that and every mother other there that's alone
Pregnant or either on drugs or what ever ease all they problems
And the troubles in they mind you know let'em find god cause you
Know i'm not the perfect one i miss church alot hay you know
And you know what i'm feelin you know i don't miss my prayers
You know and my moms she been through so much you know just let
Her smile once and all these homies out there that's still bangin
You know you lose a homey close yo eyes put your head down and
Think about it you know cause if you go out here and take
Another you know somebody might come back and take yours and
Then you'll be filling the same way

Chorus till fade:

[mr. serv on]
I like to get that wild thing, street or city.
Huh? what ya'll bout?
Huh? what you bout?

You bout some gangsta shit, i'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, i'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

Ya'll niggas call your self killas,
But ya'll don't know the fuck a killa is
Oh i represent my block and i don't give a fuck about his
I done been in the bronx with fat joe and big pun,
And ain't no bitches on theirs
And i done roll through watts where the mutherfucka killin
And never motherfuckin stop
Or in st. louis, where a nigga break your muthafuckin' neck
And step in your chest nigga that's what the fuck i call respect
They ask me why the fuck i write these type of words
Go to memphis nigga and ask every nigga
Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to chi town and ask every nigga in the y 100's
Friend town or madison ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers nigga, with out a fuckin life
And i don't give a fuck what city your from,
Nigga put em up cause it's on tonight

Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from houston, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from dallas, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from atlanta, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from miami, and i don't like ya

You bout some gangsta shit, i'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, i'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

[fiend]
I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble
And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go
Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle
Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full
Our love goes, duckin po po's, hoes on the go go
Takin no no's, don't let the eyes close, with seven zeros
Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
Combat ready from the midwest to the california streets
Nigga's that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats
Florida, chi town, to the magnolia leaf
If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak
Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me

[mr. serv-on]
Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
Bitch i'm from baton rouge, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from louisville, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from birmingham, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from mississippi, and i don't like ya

You bout some gangsta shit, i'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, i'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from streetport, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers

You know you done fucked up right?
I got yo hoe.
I'm yo bitch nigga?
Aight.

(3x)
Back up off me, back up off me
When i step in this bitch i wanna hear you scream

Verse 1:

Nigga hoe this
Nigga what? nigga bitch that in fact
Bigga i ain't yo' motherfuckin hoe or yo' motherfuckin bitch
Betta yet let's sit where all the motherfuckin killers sit
So i can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
Nigga where the fuck i come from, we call it love
Nigga i'll never be caught in the back
Nigga that's where all the pretty muthafuckaz be sittin at
You know the bitches that's scared to bust back
I fuck wit drug dealers, nigga cap pealers
If i come to yo' town and you ain't got one
I'ma leave wit a million motherfuckin killers
Tank soldiers, marchin, shit talkin
If you want me to holla at ya dawg nigga start fuckin barkin (barking)
If you bustas bust first, and i bag shit
Or see a nigga with his hoe and you still talkin
Bitch you came to the right clique
I'm the type of nigga i don't fuck wit retaliation
Nigga i'll step in this bitch and i'll start a pistol whippin session
Ya heard me?

Chorus:

Rowdy is the fuck nigga
Bout it is the fuck nigga
So what the fuck you said?
Fuck you serv!
(repeat 3 times)

Back up off me, back up off me
When i step in this bitch i wanna hear you scream
(repeat 3 more times)

Verse 2:

I said i'm with no limit and y'all niggaz hate me
I fuck wit the hoez y'all wanna fuck and y'all niggaz sit
Around like some bitches and talk about me
I fuck the hoes y'all love to fuck, now you ain't know that
Go head nigga dont be like no bitch nigga
Come on now talk about me; i'm a war nigga, battle ready
I'll step in the motherfuckin ring nigga
You bad as fuck come on and test me
Cutthroat drug dealer from st. louis to miami accept me
Why the fuck y'all from the same place
And why the fuck y'all gon' sweat me?
His daddy's car, his daddy's house
I know some pregnant hoes who got some better shit to talk about
Big vi's told me killers don't talk
They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every fuckin music shop
And now i'm bout to add mines
And i can see it in your heart you fuckin hate my kind
Cause i fuck wit the pound, cause i'm wit no limit
Cause i sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town
You best to be leavin nigga don't be mad, ease up clown
Nigga dont make me lay it fuckin down!

Chorus: repeat until fade

[mr. serv on]
Shh....terror squad.
Ha ha ha, no limit.
You know you don fucked up right?
Ha ha, pun.
S-e-r uh v.
Nigga, what up, what up, huh?
Nigga what?

[mr. serv-on]
From ny to no, motherfucker biggy sized
My motherfuckin platinum, nigga this is for sho
Yall don't know
Nigga pun represent terror squad, i represent the tank.
Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change
Nigga we got the fuckin bank
Nigga ask p, if i ever broke rank, nigga i can't
Nigga i come to your muthafuckin town, slap the fuck out of you nigga
And surely put a tank on your chest
Who the fuck you playin with
Nigga why the fuck are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck
Nigga what ya'll wanna do, nigga i stay rowdy
Nigga i fucked up and talked about yall bout it
Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't fuck with me
I was born not to lose
And how the fuck it gon hit me between this bitch, i choose
Nigga let's play a game of family fued
One, never see my real name
Two, how the fuck you gon bounce with a nigga like me when you can't take pain
Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why i'm fuckin with pun
Nigga so i can get my muthafuckin money, get the fuckin job done

Chorus
[big pun]
Big stun with the big guns
[mr. serv-on]
Serv-on get yo swerve on
[mr. serv-on/big pun]
New york to new orleans
Shit is doper then morphine
Hit the streets gettin more creme
Making all the hoes scream x2

[big pun]
Ey man but the hardcore created of the side of momma boritore
Why keep all the war, shit store to seperate corridors
Songs drippin the art of war, sympanies by morely more
We got it all, pore, the squad follows the protocall
Speakin of protocall, i'm the protocall, when you go to war
Cause my death count amount to war overall, so don't abort
You can't handle the rock, i'm be standing a block
If you just hand me the glock
I be the rock like enro, glock like wino
Eye bumped, when your glocked get the drop top demo
What's the problemo, dose of espanol
Anything is stutterin is pun, the da, da
No limit, scared to death, you ain't got no hair in your chest
My shit is chuck norris, you look like two bears having sex
Gots it outta here, like samson i generate my power and you outta here
I was around with two hundred bottles of beer
It ain't fair whoever said life was sweet, your wife with cheat
Everything was nice in the streets, advice of the week
Pack the biggest bottles of the pills on the shelf
And swallow the muthafuckers cause you better off killin yourselves

Chorus x2

[mr. serv on]
Shit.
Nigga i done come motherfuckin two thousand miles.
Just to make you bitch ass niggas understand.
Uh, terror squad, no limit.
Ha ha, real shit nigga.
Ha ha, soldiers, players.
This nigga here.
I got the biggest muthafuckin man on the coast nigga.
Pun nigga, you fuck alot, i blast alot.
Put that together nigga, ain't nothin but money baby.
And number one and a fifties.
You bunch of bitches.
Bitch ass niggas out there.
Craig b.

Yo man sure is hard out here
Believe that, i keep looking on
Ya know, expecting you to be there for me again
When i need you
You got that time but i need you coming back strong
Don't be silent ya heard me?
Dawg, just let it be known bro i got much love for you bro
Come on home here
I miss ya

Chorus: mr. serv-on (repeat 4x)

I'm fightin tears for the time you spent
When your nights are dark, but in your heart you got a friend

[mr. serv-on]
You chose a destiny of prison terms and crack pipes
I fell victim to a world full of hard women and gang life
You did nine, now you got five
And every day i feel like i'm fighting myself just to stay alive
I got a little money but it ain't all that
What's the use of having it if it'll keep you from going back
I saw a look in your eyes like you wasn't scared to die
You lost your mom and your sister in three months
And never once i saw you cry
Maybe it was a soldier thing or you didn't know how
Cause so many nights i pray to god, just look at our life and smile
Cause somewhere in this ghetto life we lost our heart
Now we just a bunch of helpless souls searching for heaven, play your part
I witness you fight the demons in your mind
You told me they come late at night, you know that he was hard to find
But sometimes you gotta sit back and relax, and say a prayer
Cause when all the pain goes away i'll always be there

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[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 yours
You gotta laugh at that, life is crazy
The other day larry tunes got twenty
He said he had to feed his baby,
Pay some bills and take care of his lady
I went around the way and the new thing seemed to be wheelchairs
Either they too blind to see or they just don't care
I saw your grandmother and she looked okay
But you know black women, they strong, they only cry when they pray
And i'm still tryin to bang all the tricks you used to hit up
And as usual they ask me where you at, and tell me whats up
But lately every day, now i caught my hands without a bottle
I guess i feel the pressure of these magazines callin me a role model
I look in these kids eyes and i see confusion
We never knew how bad it was,
We just wanted to represent, never losin (new orleans)
And no matter how times get hard
You just think about it, you look in your heart, i'll play my part

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[mr. serv-on]
Oh man
I'm still thinkin bout all the times we had
It ain't the same no more, man you know
The game, the hustlin, none of that
I talked to moms the other day
We tryin to get that appeal together