featuring Fiend
[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
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