featuring KLC
[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]
