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mr serv on - my story lyrics

featuring klc

[klc]
it was a long long time ago
in the bas-m-nt with no money but had talent to show
but the sh-t 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 n-gg- with light eyes and blacks
i’m trippin this n-gg- got a couple of g’s worth of equipment and no
m-th-f-ckin strap this n-gg- gotta be somebody real
cause in south east and it cost ya dc
some n-gg- be tightin up his m-th-f-ckin grill
i’m seein shysty n-gg-s run in and out
now i’m thinkin this must be a m-th-f-ckin crack house
this n-gg- say he like what i do, he see a little potential
now i’m like n-gg- what’s up with you

all we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles
i know ya’ll out there f-ckin laughing b-tch it was real
all we had to do was hustle
i told em n-gg- 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 n-gg- still doing fire music
and i’m pushin ounces of weed on the street
but we still ridin dirty and this old lady caddy n-gg- one head light
f-ckin around the club, killing rumors, where n-gg-s die every night
but we ain’t trippin, we ain’t got sh-t to lose
cause if i kill a n-gg- f-ck it, our sh-t 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 b-tch -ss n-gg-s slippin.
when i blast at that b-tch that they talk with.

[klc]
chorus x2

[mr. serv on]
so now i got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something
this n-gg- kl got two daughters and he workin on a m-th-f-ckin son
til we dead we ain’t got no n-gg- to put g’s up
sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people f-ckin with him
he got his hands tied up
sh-t, all we got between us n-gg-
is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate
me and these m-th-f-cka’s with child support are always in my face
i still wanna call boogie and tarret,
but them n-gg-s got problems of they own
n-gg- they kill they homies time to leave they pistols on em
i’m from 6th and berome, i ain’t off the way
but n-gg-s like booty, bozo, cujo, qb, mo, vito, and t-roy
they treat my like i’m they home boy
now this n-gg- o-boy may he rest in peace
talkin bout some jack the rapper sh-t
f-ck it, we doing bad plus this sh-t 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 n-gg-s we done left behind
but f-ck it n-gg-, i gotta go for mine
i don’t know what i’m gonna do, i gotta go for mine

n-gg-, mc dart.
that’s like the tightest m-th-f-cka ya’ll never heard of n-gg-.
ya’ll never heard of.

[klc]
chorus x2

[mr. serv on]
now we at the mariott marquis with no p-sses
not for long, n-gg- i’m from new orleans b-tch we whoop -sses
i p-ssy -ss label no name giving heard our demo
try to beat us with hoes and limos, f-ck em i don’t miss em
now we in the lobby watchin death row and ruthless records fightin
tearin sh-t up, and right in the middle like when i was young
that n-gg- p ran up with c-murder with pistols in hand
askin what’s up n-gg- ya’ll straight
sh-t i remember a little group, now they platinum
i could keep a secret now i’m gon make my escape
p said n-gg- let’s eat at this breakfast place
n-gg- told me about no limit and took my demo
gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the sh-t we ordered to eat
now we back home still struglin
i got a pistol with two bullets
one for me and one for the n-gg- that f-ckin with me, i’m thuggin
i done beat some n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s for some down south hustlers sh-t
i’m lettin club rumors and i’m like dogg take me out this b-tch
he ask me if am i trippin on chris, n-gg- f-ck that b-tch 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 n-gg-
we made it

[klc]
chorus x2

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