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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