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Mr. Serv-On lyrics Hit the Block lyrics [Mr. Serv-On] You niggas talkin'bout you run out of this and jump out of that And hit a nigga block, ha But I don't really think you know what it means to run up on a nigga's shit And take what you want nigga Cause as long as I can remember nigga Down south, No Limit We take what the fuck we want [Mr. Serv-On] Ha, I'm addressin to show alot of niggaz in the rap game, shit bout to change Nigga you gotta know your pay, chose your side nigga, foe or friend I can't pretend to love a nigga when I know I don't I can't pretend to love a woman when I know the fuck I won't Cause eveything I seem to love, seem to leave And every nigga I see to trust, seem to scream jealously and betrail and bleed How many niggas you know smoke weed to ease the ghost in they mind How many niggas you know smile when the judge say 99 I know alot of niggas in the rap game look at the tank on my chest And you say to yourself nigga, you hate my kind When you niggas sit on top of the rap game Ya'll decided to sit back, get fat, smoke weed, get laid Then we came, nigga starvin in the middle of the night Like a new young rapper on a New York train Then we stepped off, pay the toll, nigga you know tanks roll Why you niggas strollin in your videos in the park We was wagin bloody war in the dark And if you about that talk nigga, fuck you Chorus You don't know when I hit your block I hit right You don't know when I hit your block, aight You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right Cause everything in sight gotta die tonight x2 Now ease up nigga, don't make a sound, lay it down I fuck with the Pound, and any new other gang won't make me fuck with this rap thang I could take each one of my producers, send them each to one of your labels And you finally get the feelin of what it feels like to get a real hit And don't be afraid to look at that sound scan shit Cause with the pound name nigga You know you be shippin enough out the door And pay you artist to a video, buy a house for your wife, you know my ho See I was like Randy Moss, the top draft choice Alot of you niggas looked at me but you was too scared to touch my voice But that nigga with the gold teeth picked me late in the first round Now I get down with young savage niggas From LA to smoking weed with that nigga Tony from town 87, and Chi town I even get down with Jack Town Ballers, Mississippi niggas Callin me on my beeper sayin Serv, nigga you need extra trigger Forever nigga, that's how I do it when I put it down nigga If you ain't fuckin with a nigga I bang, hang, nigga lesson hang, sayin nigga Chorus x2 You know what I'm saying motherfucker? You goin know what's happening Like that little nigga that like to bark say Nigga talk is cheap motherfucker You know what I'm sayin So when I hit your block you goin know To the niggaz in the rap game, I know you keep it real Other Mr. Serv-On lyrics: Boot 'Em Up lyrics From N.Y. To N.O. lyrics Fuck You Serv lyrics Murder lyrics I Hate the Way I Live lyrics 1, 2, 3 lyrics Snatch Them Hoez Up lyrics My Homies lyrics Freaky Dreams lyrics Strap Up lyrics I'll Be There lyrics My Story lyrics Tank Niggas lyrics Best Friend 2 lyrics Straight Outta N.O. lyrics Make'm Bleed lyrics I Luv It lyrics |