1.Forever My Life： The Beginning
2.Tank Niggas
Womp womp!
It's that, it's that nigga.
Womp womp!
Mr. serv-on in this nigga.
Womp womp!
Klc on the beat.
It's mr. (womp)
Chorus
I'm a no limit tank nigga, tank nigga (do you what)
Actin bad, blowin dank nigga, dank nigga
You wanna war get stank nigga, stank nigga
And we ain't dying cause we aint nigga, we can't nigga x2
Let's be realistic, if i slap the fuck out ya would you talk
about it
Better yet, if i come to your motherfuckin house
Fuck your wife, piss on your grass, kick your dog would you cry
about it
No doubt about it nigga, i'm a fuckin soldier
If one of us die nigga we roll the body over, kiss the tank
And pray to the motherfuckin ghetto saint
Be afraid to die bitch, i can't
Put a pistol to my head, why the fuck should i be scared, i'm
heartless
I'm tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, nigga respect
this
I don't give a fuck about your life
I cut your motherfuckin wrist twice
Spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the
motherfuckin
Night
I put it down like my homie big ed, i put it down like that
Nigga fuck that, i never leave my motherfuckin house without a
motherfuckin
Strap
So i don't give a fuck if you north, west, south or east
Nigga disrespect the tank and believe me nigga i'm a put one in
your chest
Nigga i'm the no limit fuckin beast
Chorus
Get em up cause we never die motherfuka
I be the dumb nigga causing all the rucka
C-murder's my name and it's a shame how i make niggas past tense
And leave em bleeding cause i ain't got no motherfuckin sense
We hit the soundscan harder then a land mine
I drop a disc and blockbusters start forming lines
＞from the north to the south to the east to the west
I'm a tank nigga, respect my tank up on my chest
I'm the motherfuckin baddest alive, ya heard me, and i meant it
Nuttin but me and know that fiend gonna represent it
Independent like no limit, you can start it i'm a finish
Picture paragraph indented, thinkin that i'm timid
I'm in the book of guiness for leaving all my pray attended
And a niggas ass for playin with my spinach
Get to mixing like a chemist, if it's personal or business
Blame on my cut throat act, signed the sharpest nigga
Chorus
Who's that wanna murder mac, niggas thinkin it's sweet
Thinkin i'm a killer just on beats but not no killer in streets
I'm world war three'ing, bustin at niggas like niggas korean
Me and my niggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo)
I represent the shell shocked niggas, point me to his block
nigga
If i can't find ya murder your pops nigga
No limit soldier for life, they couldn't hold me
I never die wodie, that's what my psychic friends told me
I'm a soldier camoflauge my reproitore, seven guards
Tell the world who we are, leave the war without a scar
I been doin this, tru to this, call your friends, make a wish
Singin tight when it come to this
Ain't no limit, keep coming, competition running
Moon to sun and, i can, you better come in
Specialist, you testin this, the best of this
The more you might wanna diss
My tank says no limit bitch
Chorus
Four star major general, bitch of the tank
Boss hard and souljarette, known for washin all of the dank
Legitimize, monopolize, roadblock when we gotta
Guerilla force, black power, i racotta on top
It's mama drama and i'm ready for war
Your goin mine and leave em in chalk lines when i throw off
Show off and sho nuff we rip the
N-o l-i-m-i-t and leave em testin shit up
There's no one seein me when i'm comin, red rummin
Bust you open in front of your woman
Wear shades when i'm in the hummer, your done in, ain't no use
in runnin
Assassin, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up
Shoot your block up, bust your world like tupac
I bring the fire like ？？？？？, ain't went hardheaded bar brawler
I get to shooting revolvers, 450 for problem solvers
But i bust back, lemme hear the sound, of the clack clack
Nigga make some room, back back
No limit soldiers are on the attack
Chorus
I kick this motherfucker off like the superbowl
Watch how quick this luger blow
The world gotta know, i ain't a hoe
I'm a go leave bullet holes in your vehicle
Kane ＆ abel stay low, bustin shots at the popos
Hundred shots in a row from the calicos
Cut throat like autopsy, poppin this, stop me, bitch watch me
Call your baby mommy, identify the body when i get rowdy
Kicking ass till my shoes get shitty
Bullets trigger man city
You with me
Put your face up with steel make up, yall niggas wanna be pretty
Sargent at arms, denate bombs, we lyrical warfare
Blow up your mind with pipe bombs, you niggas wanna go there
I cut your shit like edward scissorhands, i'm just a killer man
Bustin hollow tip grips in the black land
Smack your bitch with a back hand
We soldiers
3.Boot 'em Up
Chorus
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down till there's nothin around
Boot 'em up, boot 'em down
Boot 'em up, boot 'em down
Boot 'em up, boot 'em down, boot 'em down, boot 'em down
Boot 'em up, boot 'em down
Boot 'em up, boot 'em down
Boot 'em up, boot 'em up till they gotta go down
Which one of you niggas wanna swing something, swing something
Fuck with me this bumble bee goin sting something
You actin like i ain't a knockout king or something
Ghetto concrete, rings, left, right dubbin
Grab them choppers and weed
Them niggas bout that bleedin and needs
See what the streets go over to our survival, like me
It's called the i-e-g-t can make it bad for ya
Like findin out your momma never had love for ya
I'm a bad muthafucka and bout it bout it to the bone
Some niggas go to clubs but they never make it home
Keep a pistol on me if you want me
Pull in first, so i hope you just ready to settle will just
haunt you
Chorus
One two, no limit comin for you
Three four, serv at your door
Five six
Muthafucka don't be no bitch
Let it be known, let it be sead
Naw, not like that
I came in this muthafucka to get rowdy
Get the fuck out tha way if you scared
Even though its lovin, i come in the club
Nigga i don't get caught up in that v-i-p trip (none of that)
Cause like to be one of them niggas that like to sit around
And get around with them niggas that buy my shit
So they say them niggas no limit real, nigga we run this bitch
I ain't one of them niggas in my video who rap about money and
fame
Fuck that, i like talking bout niggas that'll die for their
street names
From la to no from ny to chi
Till i die i respresent where i'm from
Nigga stand up, here i come
I'm like a twenty one year old tyson nigga
Knockin niggas out, don't give a fuck, nigga i keep my fingers
on the trigga
So when you want it nigga, come and get it
And when i slap it down nigga you wanna know where the fuck i'm
from
Third ward and uptown
Boot em up
Chorus
Gives a five, funkdafied, call this microphone handler
The billboard spot damager, tarantula in front the camera
From amateur to the actin' animal
More graphic than the ？？？？
And i get's down like tommy lee be doin pamela
Now see what we can break out
I set it off, i let it all hang out
Busta's be formin off the charts talkin bout wooooooah
But i'm a be rhymin me to be talkin bout weeeeeee
I beat ya up, i cut ya up, i stab ya up, i bust ya up
Take it, you can't do nothin for the reprucussion from this
bucka bucka
Round your people, get your issues, get the fuck out
Chorus
4.From N.y. To N.o.
Shh....terror squad.
Ha ha ha, no limit.
You know you don fucked up right？
Ha ha, pun.
S-e-r uh v.
Nigga, what up, what up, huh？
Nigga what？
From ny to no, motherfucker biggy sized
My motherfuckin platinum, nigga this is for sho
Yall don't know
Nigga pun represent terror squad, i represent the tank.
Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change
Nigga we got the fuckin bank
Nigga ask p, if i ever broke rank, nigga i can't
Nigga i come to your muthafuckin town, slap the fuck out of you
nigga
And surely put a tank on your chest
Who the fuck you playin with
Nigga why the fuck are ya'll scared when you see the tank around
my neck
Nigga what ya'll wanna do, nigga i stay rowdy
Nigga i fucked up and talked about yall bout it
Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't fuck with me
I was born not to lose
And how the fuck it gon hit me between this bitch, i choose
Nigga let's play a game of family fued
One, never see my real name
Two, how the fuck you gon bounce with a nigga like me when you
can't take pain
Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why i'm fuckin with pun
Nigga so i can get my muthafuckin money, get the fuckin job done
Chorus
Big stun with the big guns
Serv-on get yo swerve on
New york to new orleans
Shit is doper then morphine
Hit the streets gettin more creme
Making all the hoes scream x2
Ey man but the hardcore created of the side of momma boritore
Why keep all the war, shit store to seperate corridors
Songs drippin the art of war, sympanies by morely more
We got it all, pore, the squad follows the protocall
Speakin of protocall, i'm the protocall, when you go to war
Cause my death count amount to war overall, so don't abort
You can't handle the rock, i'm be standing a block
If you just hand me the glock
I be the rock like enro, glock like wino
Eye bumped, when your glocked get the drop top demo
What's the problemo, dose of espanol
Anything is stutterin is pun, the da, da
No limit, scared to death, you ain't got no hair in your chest
My shit is chuck norris, you look like two bears having sex
Gots it outta here, like samson i generate my power and you
outta here
I was around with two hundred bottles of beer
It ain't fair whoever said life was sweet, your wife with cheat
Everything was nice in the streets, advice of the week
Pack the biggest bottles of the pills on the shelf
And swallow the muthafuckers cause you better off killin
yourselves
Chorus x2
Shit.
Nigga i done come motherfuckin two thousand miles.
Just to make you bitch ass niggas understand.
Uh, terror squad, no limit.
Ha ha, real shit nigga.
Ha ha, soldiers, players.
This nigga here.
I got the biggest muthafuckin man on the coast nigga.
Pun nigga, you fuck alot, i blast alot.
Put that together nigga, ain't nothin but money baby.
And number one and a fifties.
You bunch of bitches.
Bitch ass niggas out there.
Craig b.
5.Fuck You Serv
You know you done fucked up right？
I got yo hoe.
I'm yo bitch nigga？
Aight.
(3x)
Back up off me, back up off me
When i step in this bitch i wanna hear you scream
Verse 1：
Nigga hoe this
Nigga what？ nigga bitch that in fact
Bigga i ain't yo' motherfuckin hoe or yo' motherfuckin bitch
Betta yet let's sit where all the motherfuckin killers sit
So i can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
Nigga where the fuck i come from, we call it love
Nigga i'll never be caught in the back
Nigga that's where all the pretty muthafuckaz be sittin at
You know the bitches that's scared to bust back
I fuck wit drug dealers, nigga cap pealers
If i come to yo' town and you ain't got one
I'ma leave wit a million motherfuckin killers
Tank soldiers, marchin, shit talkin
If you want me to holla at ya dawg nigga start fuckin barkin
(barking)
If you bustas bust first, and i bag shit
Or see a nigga with his hoe and you still talkin
Bitch you came to the right clique
I'm the type of nigga i don't fuck wit retaliation
Nigga i'll step in this bitch and i'll start a pistol whippin
session
Ya heard me？
Chorus：
Rowdy is the fuck nigga
Bout it is the fuck nigga
So what the fuck you said？
Fuck you serv!
(repeat 3 times)
Back up off me, back up off me
When i step in this bitch i wanna hear you scream
(repeat 3 more times)
Verse 2：
I said i'm with no limit and y'all niggaz hate me
I fuck wit the hoez y'all wanna fuck and y'all niggaz sit
Around like some bitches and talk about me
I fuck the hoes y'all love to fuck, now you ain't know that
Go head nigga dont be like no bitch nigga
Come on now talk about me; i'm a war nigga, battle ready
I'll step in the motherfuckin ring nigga
You bad as fuck come on and test me
Cutthroat drug dealer from st. louis to miami accept me
Why the fuck y'all from the same place
And why the fuck y'all gon' sweat me？
His daddy's car, his daddy's house
I know some pregnant hoes who got some better shit to talk about
Big vi's told me killers don't talk
They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every fuckin music
shop
And now i'm bout to add mines
And i can see it in your heart you fuckin hate my kind
Cause i fuck wit the pound, cause i'm wit no limit
Cause i sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town
You best to be leavin nigga don't be mad, ease up clown
Nigga dont make me lay it fuckin down!
Chorus： repeat until fade
6.Murder
Mr. serv-on：
Say young ken'oe
Give a little something i can fucking roll to
Some murderous type shit
I got a little something on my chest and i gots to get it off
See niggas playing, you wanna play？
Y'all think we slow down here, tell you what
Ken'oe, we gonna turn my
Naw wait ken'oe, ken'oe, hold up
I got something, stay the fuck right here
Stay the fuck right here
Magic：
Serv, serv on, serv, say bro, let's go bro
I just saw them niggas bro,
Let's go get them stupid ass motherfucking niggas
(chorus)
Murder, murder, where they at？, (ah shit) i see em'
(there dey go) (there dey go)
Murder, murder, pass me them thangs, i'm gonna get em'
(pass me them thangs) (let me get em')
Mr. serv-on：
See me, i'm a little nigga
And i ain't never had shit, but now i'm the best
So ain't shit for me to give it all up
For this motherfucking tank, around my fucking chest
When y'all see it, y'all see diamonds and gold
When i see it, i see a bunch of rowdy motherfuckers just (？？？)
See the colonel, he don't start no shit, but wait a minute
You motherfucking talking about the motherfucking tank, this
nigga love
Me most of all, so watch this nigga finish
We like to go scrap for scrap, blow for blow
When i see you nigga, i told you i was gonna get you
I don't give a fuck about you or your hoe
Cause i'm the type of nigga that's gonna finish this shit
I go from town to town, if i want to fuck you up nigga
I slap you and your motherfucking bitch
See talk about niggas down south, we slow, (what's happening)
But watch me wake up nigga
And i'm gonna show what we do nigga, what up, you wanna go？
Chorus 4x
Magic：
Yo, you better back the fuck off me
If you know me then you know my rap
I be that step on your chest, until you lose your fucking breath
Bitch, i huff, and i puff, until you shiver in fear
You looking for that bulldoser, mr. magic is here
Now who want to test me？(wha？), who can the best be？(who？)
Who from that lower 9, a lot of fucking grass be
Who do them bitches be jocking and flocking round to come see
Who got them thug niggas jumping (magic!), that's me
Hi, what happening, have y'all seen me in them videos
Floss around with a lot of hoes, smoking on that fire doja
Shit, you can come over here if you wanna, you's a gonner,
I don't need no pistol bitch, i'll put these fucking hands on
ya!
Chorus 4x
Mr. serv-on：
See i call myself a soldier, y'all call me a thug
Fucking young silkk told me be the fuck you gonna be, fuck the
love
I (？？？) my tank, i only want love from niggas doing time(25 to
life)
Shit nigga, keep doing your push-up's,
I'm gonna keep busting these bitches, that hate my kind
Some bitches told me when you see us, y'all gonna start busting
Nigga, i heard that shit before,
See nigga i got pampers to buy,
My little nephew need a new pair of shoes
So nigga fuck you, the magazines, and the motherfucking news
Y'all niggas make albums, put em' out, and they don't sell,
(that ain't my fault)
I met a nigga two weeks ago,
Put em' out now nigga and this nigga got million dollar stories
to tell
I fuck with a nigga named p with gold teeth in his mouth
And a nigga like c-murder who love the motherfucking south
So what the fuck y'all out？
Chorus 4x
7.I Hate The Way I Live
I got money, i got fame, i got houses, cars, stupid shit
Thought everything would be alright
Thought i'd do something for my moms
I'm telling you, i love you mom
I love you baby
Eryn cierra, i love you
Ha ha, i hate the way i live
I hate the way, i hate it, i hate it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chorus： repeat 2x
Niggaz close to me too scared to let me fly
Niggaz close to me ain't scared to let me die
What i'm ridin for, ain't nobody fightin for, ya heard me？
I hate the way i live, i hate the way i live (c'mon, c'mon)
Niggaz act like we was close
I could see it in they eyes, what we had went up in smoke
We used to laugh and joke
When money was small, time to change
I thought everybody would ball, thought if i could call back our
life
I guess the bad times when we was broke and down to fight
I'm back to back, pass me a strap, but i feel assed out
It's like i'm the only nigga screamin for the poor niggas down
south
The rain seem to cover my tears
I remember the days stealin out of sears
How am i ever anticipated by bitches killin niggas doing time
And gang related, somebody feel my pain
I thought i'd change, thought i had so much to give
I made a little money, but i hate the way i live
I hate the way i live, c'mon
Chorus 2x
See my life
If it was a book i'd tell my homies turn back the page
Cause it be like i'm a little child
Walking in a man's body lookin for a better age
Cause when i was two i lost my pops and i ain't know what to do
I know what they put my moms through,
Working her fingers to the bone
It was like she was stabbin at her head stone
Get home alone, trying to become a man in this fuckin killers
world
And i look up now i'm a father with two girls
What should i do (i love them both)
Hope last, but then i look at the past
See how many niggas fell down
And now i'm sayin damn i could scream for a town
I'll always be rowdy, and i'm always ready to ride
But i put this tank on my chest
And i'll tell you niggas i ain't scared to die
When i write about it, lot of niggaz read about it, y'all dream
about it
What up, y'all niggaz can't fuck with what i stand for
I'm a nigga that'll live this game,
Nigga what you ride for, i know what i'd die for
And when the time come nigga i'm a be my mama's son
And i'm a blast till there ain't no more, c'mon
Chorus 2x
I sit back and i watch women, y'all hooked on crack
And then i say god damn that makes me wanna just pull my strap
Get em, get em! the fool out there that's sellin it to em
They pregnant with a baby
I see em through it, i don't and i go crazy if it was my lady
I gotta look back, that's the way life is in these streets
Look back then one day you standing up
And one day it'll knock you off your feet
You got tags on em, i get back and i sit back,
(what's my name？) you see i'm serv-on
But the thangs gon' change my fame, maybe if you know my name
It's better than what i can
That's why i try to shield some of these people
You gotta be what only god let you
But then at the same time i'ma be a +devil+ and get with the
+advocate+
Take it to another level, that's my game, that's my style
You'll never understand what it means to be a father of the
child
Ya'll just full of hate, i look back and try to escape
Deep into my dreams, (i hate it) but this is the way it is
I've been a fiend, i've been one
C'mon
Chorus 2x
8.Best Friend 2
Hook：c-murder (2x)
My best friend be my lady you my baby boo
And we bout to have a baby
My best friend still be my lady
You the only one for me, cus these haters be shady
Verse 1： mr. serv-on
See the future
It ain't promising me nothing
I'm still alone in my dreams screaming for a lil something
Now you had a baby from a nigga like me
With no love for change
And i'm still fighting and thugging the depression inside of me
Loving the pain, you still hold me tight like you love me for
life
I hear your friends say to me
'if you love her that much, you need to make her your wife'
They can't come between what i got or love
You my boo, the only one i kiss and hug,
From every teardrop and backrub
You never turned your back on this soldier
We went from cold bust seas
To a house on the lake with a roller and a benz
Fuck you friends!
I'm still believing in death before designer
You told me to keep being a soldier,
Love me ＆ this baby and never break a promise
Hook： c-murder (2x)
Verse 2： c-murder
You the only one for me
You my ghetto girl in this world
I love you to death
I mean i love you with my last breath
I'm ready to die for ya
I'll even cry for ya, and lie for ya
Even bust a bullet in the eye for ya
I keep your hands full of carats
Wrists dripped in ice
And for your happiness, i'm ready to pay the full price
I remember driving old school caddies
I must be dreaming
I can't believe i'ma be your baby daddy
Experimenting with your body made me want u more
And the sweaty sex have us actin like we just met
Its like i looked up when i met you
My best friend be my lady
My best friend be my boo
Hook： c-murder (2x)
Verse 3： mr. serv-on
The world saw the end of us before we knew what to feel
Just listen to your teary eyes with no clothes
Don't hate me not to this if it ain't real
I cant let go, knowing what i'm feeling
Tell me if i'm wrong, but do you feel what i feel
The first time i saw your eyes
Love to my ceiling
I'm appealing to this do or die rap world
While you're putting your life aside to have my lil baby girl
Ain't nothing changed if i got a kid
I'ma still give you not,
How many times you found numbers in my pocket
And never let those messy bitches or hating niggas get between
us,
Look in my eye,
You cant tell imma still bust with you till the day i die,
But you know i'm gon always be there for everything you go
through,
You gon be my nigga,
My homie,
My baby boo,
Hook： c-murder
9.1, 2, 3
You niggaz don't fuckin know me
Why the fuck y'all always lookin at me？
Pissed off cuz a bitch lookin at me
Or cause one of yo' niggaz got a lil luv for me
You don't know me
Chorus (2x)
1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga
2, slap a bitch fuck a bitch
3, you don't know me why you fuckin with me
1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga
2, slap a bitch fuck a bitch
3, you don't know me you dont know me
I'm the piece of the puzzle that didn't fit
I'm the reason why niggaz smack they bitch
I thought you wuz a playa so why the fuck you gon trick？
I'm the feelin in ya dick when ya piss and ya know you been
burned
I'm the pain in ya face
When i punch the fuck out you talkin bout no limit
When the fuck y'all gon learn？
I'm the feelin in the gangbanger heart when he know he been
violated
But when he catch up with you in the middle of the night
The beef between you, let's update it
You niggaz don't know me
Bitch i'm at no limit money bitches fame
So what the fuck you gon show me？
I'm the stop sign on yo block that everybody run (run dat bitch)
You think you the man in yo house nigga ask yo bitch bout me
Betta yet nigga ask yo son
Chorus
P told me he the wheels on the tank
Betta yet the million dollars in the bank
Well i'm that lil screw that whole everything together and i
never rust
I told you i gave you 1,052 grams
We kinda cool nigga but you betta weigh yo shit, i aint to be
trust
I love to bust
I'm the lie in the mirror when you look and you think you kinda
tight
I'm the tears in ya eyes when you find out the bitch on camera,
That's ya wife
I'm the thought in ya mind when you see the nigga that snitched
on you
I'm the shame in yo heart when all yo niggaz
Found out you like bitches to piss on you
I'm the returns when ya tape don't sell out
I'm the look in ya girl eyes
When pokey see you bitch and knock you the fuck out
Chorus
You bitches don't know me and will never know me nigga.
You know what？ p right don't be fuckin wit none of these niggaz
out here.
Fuck y'all.
I told you nigga, choose yo side you're either foe or friend
from now on nigga.
Tso for gamin ？？ ？？ ？？ fuck y'all nigga.
10.Straight Outta N.o.
Wassup niggas and niggets？
We got the muthafuckin infamous three in this bitch.
That uptown nigga, that third ward nigga.
And that ninth ward nigga.
We represent for every hood on this muthafuckin globe.
No limit, nigga check this out.
I'm a tell you niggas like this.
Straight out the projects, a crazy nigga named c-murder
Quick to put a muthafucker in a death gerter
First we blank to smoke weed out of zig zags
And call it chop chop to meet me on the dope spot
In the projects we flip checks for the bricks
And beat dope fiends down with them iron sticks
My nigga serv and mr. magic bout to cause havoc
Ready, aim, shoot, niggas jumpin like some jack rabbits
I hit the third and i swerve with serv
Pushin birds by the herbs, from the jets to the suburbs
A trigger happy muthafucka with respect, breaking necks
Coming straight out the muthafuckin projects
These motherfuckers don't know me.
You niggas don't know muthafuckin streets.
I'll fuckin survive.
Straight outta uptown, a rowdy muthafucka named serv
You niggas need to believe what the fuck you see,
And not what the fuck you heard
Before it's all said and done, nigga i'm a make you stand and
bow
When i flow all my muthafuckin raps on the tracks, everbody get
wild
(uptown, uptown, we don't take no shit
Uptown, uptown, niggas staight jack ya bitch
Uptown, uptown, we don't take no shit
Uptown, uptown, niggas straight jack ya bitch)
Back to lesson at hand, bitches gotta understand
Fuck it nigga i accept this fuckin war, i'm the fuckin man
You can go blow for blow, rap for rap, better yet blast for
blast
What up nigga, i'm talkin too muthafuckin fast
I tell you nigga i'm a slow it down
No limit, i never fall, damn you hate to see some muthafuckin'
killas ball
So guess what niggas when i come around, you know it's going
down
Believe it nigga, i'm straight outta uptown
Man wait, hold on, hold on.
Ya'll niggas is something fuckin else bruh.
Man fix me a fuckin drink and roll me a blunt.
Let the downtown nigga do a little something ya hoid me？
Straight out the ninth ward, remember me, it's mr. magic
I'm here and i'm hittin harder than a heron habit
Got the world screamin ninth ward, bitch i might drop it
When i'm driving in st. clause, all my pastors die hard
Because i made it and i'm keepin' it real
Every song i scream ninth ward, i could imagine how ya'll people
feel
See my name all over t-shirts
Walkin with my cd's, coming to concerts
I can see em pushin in the crowd
Actin real ignorant, screamin real loud
(from the nine, niggas don't mind dying
＞from the nine, niggas don't mind dying)
Huh, huh
(from the nine, niggas don't mind dying
＞from the nine, niggas don't mind dying)
Now where my niggas at, what what
And where the bitches at, what what
Where my niggas at, what what
Where my niggas at, what what
Straight out the ninth ward
Yeah nigga
That was aight nigga but uptown run this muthafucka.
(fuck that shit.
Fuck that uptown shit.)
I'm from uptown
(i'm from downtown)
I'm from uptown
(i'm from downtown)
I'm from uptown
(i'm from downtown)
I'm from uptown
(i'm from downtown)
What what what
Nigga shit, nigga you know what, uptown run this muthafucka.
(man, downtown in this bitch nigga.)
You now what？
If you put both of them bitches together
Alot of money makers and killers nigga.
(that's right nigga)
Ha ha, nigga, keep it on the song nigga.
We all gon die nigga one day we gon die and ride together.
(uptown and downtown.
We all represent new orleans in this muthafucka.
You know what the fuck i'm talkin bout.
We no limit soldiers nigga)
What, what, yo nigga.
It's serv-on throw out to the nwa nigga.
Rest in peace eazy.
Ya'll made it real but a nigga like me
Come along and handle my fuckin' business.
(yall, it's mr. magic.
Rest in peace to eazy e.
Give it up to dj yella, mc ren, ice cube, dr. dre.)
11.Snatch Them Hoez Up
Ahh.
What's in barbra's bedroom.
(big v-90 nigga, big pokey)
Oh oh, ah.
(big swoll)
What's in barbra's bedroom.
(big boz)
Yo', what's happenin' mo b.？
What's happenin' mr. serv-on？
You know what i'm sayin？
This your main man, your nigga t. scott.
I was walking by the studio and i heard this funky, funky beat
man.
And i wanna know, what's this i hear bout you snatching them
hoez up？
Chorus
(snatch them hoez up) if you wanna fuck a nigga
(snatch them hoez up) if you done bad nigga
(snatch them hoez up) if you bout' some trouble nigga
(snatch them hoez up) if you shake that ass nigga x2
Mr. hit 'em up, down like they grab them hoes legs and put 'em
up
I love it when them hoes say serv do
What the fuck you wanna do when you bang the pussy up
Say what, you like the way i walk with this mean mug
C'mon hoe, snatch that ass for a thug
And if it's good next time i'll let you wear my tank
When i'm going in and out your bank
What, bitch i can't
But i can be dat nigga gettin' mines from behind
And if you bout that double
Bitch i know some country niggas always bout that fuckin'
trouble
Chorus x2
Na, na, na, why niggas do niggas in the club all night
Been nursin' the one drinkin', but got the nerve to think
That he gon' snatch a ho up, bend the bitch over
Smack it down, flip it, throw them legs on your shoulders
I told ya, tru bitches ain't going for it hardly
Ain't giving up the pussy to a nigga in the club or the party
Sorry motherfuckas make me laugh
I'm the bitch with the chips, tipsy get your self a cab, on me
But some of you bitches make it bad
How you compromise your ass for little or nothin', that's sad
So when the niggas come stuntin' talkin trash, super thug bitch
what
Nine cock snatch that hoe up
Chorus x3
12.My Homies
Chorus：2x's
When will i see my friends
As the time go i could never
When will i see my friends
In this time lord i need some
When will i see my friends
Mr. serv-on：
Have you ever tried to count every raindrop
Before it hit the ground probably not better yet
Count every love one or friend that aint around i did
Hopin that the time it took it would ease my troubles in
The end all i got was to many tears an my reflection in a
Puddle sometimes i just want to stand in the rain and look up
With my arms open hopin god could tell me why babies die
Why my cousin fish keep smokin, mama told me say a prayer
And it'll ease the pain you think mouse before he died
At lease smile and said his son name i'd give anything
If i could hear my aunt gussie curse me out
Auntee if you see randall tell him his pad holdin up and
Hold me a place in his new house cause so many nights
I look at my dun and ask myself whats the purpose its been a
Long time since i been to church is that reason enough to hurt
us
They told my cousin he got hiv known he facin death he walk
Around with a smile, every sunday he praisein a thought he
Still gods child and mama lost a nephew and a sister in the same
Year and never once i saw her just lay down, give up and
Shed a tear
Chorus： 2x's
Mr. serv-on：
See steve in north carolina lil brother tony had five
Mouths to feed, god did joeys killers know that before they
Shot him to his knees, god please tell me i'ma i a good father
My daughter a week old and i can see it in her little eyes she
Already got a troubled soul and it seem like i'm runnin my last
And final race if derall and ken not to busy send a little
Sunshine to they lonely brothers face i know everybody they die
For a reason you think my cousin chuck with his last breath
Wanted a hit of gin before leaven or if momo was still liven
My family wouldn't look at each other with so much hate we'd
All be speakin shhh!! fat rube mama never got to enjoy grandkids
Homie i know its hard when your son ask to see his their other
Grandmother and where she live i go to the cemetery and it seem
Like the only place i find peace do you really believe a man
When he let out of jail he really free i think if i was a bird
I wouldn't fly away cause for some reason
I think everybody i love would come back and i'd be to far to
come
Back to enjoy dat day
Chorus pays through out the outro：
Outro：
Shhh! dear god when i'm standin alone in the dark hmm!
It might seem like i'm a drunk or even if i'm not
So what i'm sayin just talkin to you tellin you what
I fell every mother that lost somebody ease they pain
Please you know if i could give a part of me just to do that
Then do what you got to do to take it you know all these kids
Out there without fathers you know let their father become a man
And take care of that and every mother other there that's alone
Pregnant or either on drugs or what ever ease all they problems
And the troubles in they mind you know let'em find god cause you
Know i'm not the perfect one i miss church alot hay you know
And you know what i'm feelin you know i don't miss my prayers
You know and my moms she been through so much you know just let
Her smile once and all these homies out there that's still
bangin
You know you lose a homey close yo eyes put your head down and
Think about it you know cause if you go out here and take
Another you know somebody might come back and take yours and
Then you'll be filling the same way
Chorus till fade：
13.This Is For My Niggaz
14.Freaky Dreams
Havin freaky dreams girl
I must be dreaming
Freaky dreaming
One, you know i can get the job done
Two, all night dreaming of you
Three, girl what's it gonna be
You know you like the thug in me
Four, let's do it on the floor
Five, constantly on my mind
Six, baby can you get with this
All the time i'm freaky dreaming
I've been having a hard time
With all the things you've put on my mind
Don't know if i'll ever sleep again
Can't stop these freaky dreams i'm having again
You don't know what you've been doin to me
Got me tweekin, girl i don't know if i'll sleep again
My body's calling, feel it's hard to find
Let's have our meeting, let's work it all through the night
One, you know i can get the job done
Two, all night dreaming of you
Three, girl what's it gonna be
You know you like the thug in me
Four, let's do it on the floor
Five, constantly on my mind
Six, baby can you get with this
All the time i'm freaky dreaming
It's miserable, you miserable, it's typical
I gotta need that sex, so if i see a few things on you boo,
that's kissable
So messy, like biggie, who you bee's with
The question really is you messin with this
Little girl , you might get yourself hurt playin with this
They like to hit you, i just wanna do some personal thangs with
you
No shopping malls, just your legs up with your back against the
shower wall
Ball you in knots, breathe in your easy spots
Cross your legs on my shoulder, roll you over, girl you excited
soldier
Yeah i know what he put you through
But tonight i'm trying to find out what you don't wanna do
Dress you in victoria fatigues, rub your body with my mercedes
keys
You know i'm a little heated, i can't promise i'm a be soft when
i treat it
Last time we barely knew each other
By the way, how the finest woman in your house doin your mother
But you know what,
It's time to worry bout what we goin do tonight
So when you come calling
If you gonna be late in the morning cause i'ma do it right
One, you know i can get the job done
Two, all night dreaming of you
Three, girl what's it gonna be
You know you like the thug in me
Four, let's do it on the floor
Five, constantly on my mind
Six, baby can you get with this
All the time i'm freaky dreaming
Serv-on, o'dell.
Ain't no limit shorty i told you.
Last time that we got together it was like the playoffs.
This time you like my homie tee martin in tennessee.
Straight up run this whole thing.
It's the championship right now.
See tonight, one of us gotta leave the champ.
I represent the tank baby.
Freaky dreams baby, freaky dreams.
15.Make'm Bleed
Ah, ah, serv, mr serv on.
Where you at, where you at, where you at, where you at.
Mr. serv-on, come on boy, come on boy.
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do, bitch im from the tank
If you scared, homie leave, i make em fucking bleed x2
I respect that nigga that said it aint where you from its where
you at
I'm getting rowdy grabing on my tank
All the crazy niggaz in the fucking back
Im fake tape snatching, hoe smacking, rental car jacking, riding
your shit
Putting dick to your fucking bitch, you never hear me say quit
No limit niggas fighting with a nose bleed
We done sold out in every city and i be doing shows over seas
Used to slang weed by the pound
Now i smoke it by the sack with v-90 and a whole bunch a pimps
Looking for a big booty gimp
Nigga dont ask me if im set tripping
Bitch im loving gang banging
No matter how you decide as long as you got love for this tank
Bitch ill ride til i die
Put a gun to my head bitch i aint scared
When you do that know who you bout
Nigga im from the south
Chorus x4
When its dark outside nigga, i came out
Talking shit about no limit bitch
I'm gonna be the one thats gon knock your motherfucking teeth
out
Niggaz ask me if i found something i believe in, would i die for
it
Nigga put a tank in front of my killer
They might as well shoot bitch im gon reach for it
I was born to bleed fuck with me please
My dick get hard when people motherfucking strike through my
fucking sleeve
I aint leaving this cali motherfucker til all you bitches follow
my lead
Coward motherfuckers breed
Do or die niggaz except they destiny with a bullet in the chest
And the stupidest question you can ask me before my eyes close
Who the fuck is the best
Nigga n-o l-i-m-i-t
Dmx told you cowards 'hell was hot'
But wait til you get a load of my fucking block
Chorus x4
16.Hit The Block
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
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
17.Strap Up
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
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
I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble
And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go
Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle
Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full
Our love goes, duckin po po's, hoes on the go go
Takin no no's, don't let the eyes close, with seven zeros
Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
Combat ready from the midwest to the california streets
Nigga's that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats
Florida, chi town, to the magnolia leaf
If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak
Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me
Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
Bitch i'm from baton rouge, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from louisville, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from birmingham, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from mississippi, and i don't like ya
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
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch i'm from streetport, and i don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
18.I'll Be There
Yo man sure is hard out here
Believe that, i keep looking on
Ya know, expecting you to be there for me again
When i need you
You got that time but i need you coming back strong
Don't be silent ya heard me？
Dawg, just let it be known bro i got much love for you bro
Come on home here
I miss ya
Chorus： mr. serv-on (repeat 4x)
I'm fightin tears for the time you spent
When your nights are dark, but in your heart you got a friend
You chose a destiny of prison terms and crack pipes
I fell victim to a world full of hard women and gang life
You did nine, now you got five
And every day i feel like i'm fighting myself just to stay alive
I got a little money but it ain't all that
What's the use of having it if it'll keep you from going back
I saw a look in your eyes like you wasn't scared to die
You lost your mom and your sister in three months
And never once i saw you cry
Maybe it was a soldier thing or you didn't know how
Cause so many nights i pray to god, just look at our life and
smile
Cause somewhere in this ghetto life we lost our heart
Now we just a bunch of helpless souls searching for heaven, play
your part
I witness you fight the demons in your mind
You told me they come late at night, you know that he was hard
to find
But sometimes you gotta sit back and relax, and say a prayer
Cause when all the pain goes away i'll always be there
Chorus 4x
Some of the ？？？ around the way on they third and fourth babies
I wonder if you was home one of them would be yours
You gotta laugh at that, life is crazy
The other day larry tunes got twenty
He said he had to feed his baby,
Pay some bills and take care of his lady
I went around the way and the new thing seemed to be wheelchairs
Either they too blind to see or they just don't care
I saw your grandmother and she looked okay
But you know black women, they strong, they only cry when they
pray
And i'm still tryin to bang all the tricks you used to hit up
And as usual they ask me where you at, and tell me whats up
But lately every day, now i caught my hands without a bottle
I guess i feel the pressure of these magazines callin me a role
model
I look in these kids eyes and i see confusion
We never knew how bad it was,
We just wanted to represent, never losin (new orleans)
And no matter how times get hard
You just think about it, you look in your heart, i'll play my
part
Chorus 4x
Oh man
I'm still thinkin bout all the times we had
It ain't the same no more, man you know
The game, the hustlin, none of that
I talked to moms the other day
We tryin to get that appeal together
19.My Story
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
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.
Chorus x2
So now i got my tape dubbed, we gotta do something
This nigga kl got two daughters and he workin on a muthafuckin
son
Til we dead we ain't got no nigga to put g's up
Sleepy wanna lend a hand but the people fuckin with him
He got his hands tied up
Shit, all we got between us nigga
Is enough money to get a kicken chicken plate
Me and these muthafucka's with child support are always in my
face
I still wanna call boogie and tarret,
But them niggas got problems of they own
Nigga they kill they homies time to leave they pistols on em
I'm from 6th and berome, i ain't off the way
But niggas like booty, bozo, cujo, qb, mo, vito, and t-roy
They treat my like i'm they home boy
Now this nigga o-boy may he rest in peace
Talkin bout some jack the rapper shit
Fuck it, we doing bad plus this shit 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 niggas we done left behind
But fuck it nigga, i gotta go for mine
I don't know what i'm gonna do, i gotta go for mine
Nigga, mc dart.
That's like the tightest muthafucka ya'll never heard of nigga.
Ya'll never heard of.
Chorus x2
Now we at the mariott marquis with no passes
Not for long, nigga i'm from new orleans bitch we whoop asses
I pussy ass label no name giving heard our demo
Try to beat us with hoes and limos, fuck em i don't miss em
Now we in the lobby watchin death row and ruthless records
fightin
Tearin shit up, and right in the middle like when i was young
That nigga p ran up with c-murder with pistols in hand
Askin what's up nigga ya'll straight
Shit i remember a little group, now they platinum
I could keep a secret now i'm gon make my escape
P said nigga let's eat at this breakfast place
Nigga told me about no limit and took my demo
Gave us two hundreds dollars a peice and pay for the shit we
ordered to eat
Now we back home still struglin
I got a pistol with two bullets
One for me and one for the nigga that fuckin with me, i'm
thuggin
I done beat some niggas 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 niggas for some down south
hustlers shit
I'm lettin club rumors and i'm like dogg take me out this bitch
He ask me if am i trippin on chris, nigga fuck that bitch 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
nigga
We made it
Chorus x2
20.I Luv It
Smokin that cali thang.
Huh, nigga little fucked up in this bitch.
I'm uh, trying to see what's happenin with these hoes.
I got my girl pinky and lil' slim in here.
Shit, craig b, all of beats by the pound
Mo. b nigga with this track, kl.
Nigga bad azz in this bitch.
Goodie mob, all them niggas.
Khujo, gipp, all of them nigga.
I'm doing this shit here, we ride this bitch here.
I want to see them hoes ride nigga.
Pokey in this here nigga what's happenin？
Huh？
Chorus
I luv it when them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say never die, never die
I luv it when them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say never die, never die
I luv it when them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say never die, never die
I luv it them hoes ride
I luv it when them niggas say what, what
Pistol packing, car jacking, nigga fuck rappin
Get your ass caught up here in an avragated kidnappin
Slapping hoes, i suppose
You like the way i walk with this limp
Call me third ward daddy pimp
＞from that big bad southern region
Bitch i ain't leaving till i see them hoes shake a little
sumthing
I luv it when them niggas say bitch you gotta kill me right here
I ain't running, fuck talkin, you bout that playin
Chorus
Club crowded, niggas pushin, hoe i'm trippin
Bitch i'm facin eleven months on the weed charted fuck it like
the trees
Puttin tricks up on they knees, shake em off like some fleas
Throw up in the keys, white gansta on the more, ask em hoes
They love the way they twist, bitch you know my clique
N-o l-i-m-i-t, fuckin tricks, makin money
With the rollie with the gold teeth, meet me in the back
Smoke a quarter sack, now i'm screamin 'where the killas at'
21.The Last Song
22.Forever My Life： The End
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