Mr. Serv On

Mr. Serv On - Cemetary Made lyrics

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This black on black crime gotta stop

 [C Murder] Chorus
 I see my enemies  my guns in my hands
 Cemetary made  i'm looking at a dead man x4

 [Mr. Serv On]
 Conflicted images fill my mind  if it's my time to bless me on the grind
 Intertwine in this criminal military where my best friend became my adversary
 Never second guess me if its me or you I see your ass through
 To the bloody end, we meet again
 When one of you coward bitches get the heart to take me from this world of sin
 I can't descend to my right to die with blood in my fucking eyes
 Ghetto cries from the cemetary call me daily
 But I aint ready to let you bitches take me
 Set me up with my closed, arms open, gats smokin
 Hoping for my last and final wish
 Momma kiss me on the lips when I leave, with a shank on my fucking sleeve
 I kill your child on your money for love
 Now she dead, god bless you if your child live
 But if I don't, I'll be back with fucking rage in my eyes
 Hands on the gage, I'm cemetary made

 Chorus x4

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Release me from this torture that this life gave me the first time this world
 saw me
 Murder and betrayal chase me car jacking, the crack dealers still see me
 Why cant you bitches let me live in peace?
 Tears on my mommas sheets won't let me sleep
 I'm walking the streets with tags on my fucking feet,
 But I aint ready to be that big shot caller, that baller in the sky, see this
 killer in my eyes
 But you bitches can't take me, why don't you drop your colors and ride with me
 I'm gangbanging, no affiliation
 I'm living TRU like these letters across my stomach (T-R-U)
 And I'm cemetary made, don't let me get faded with this gauge
 I'm ready to bust, bang, hang em up and nigga let you know my name
 My alias, Mr. bad case
 See this killer in my eyes, I'm ready to break you from your ghetto ties
 And now I'm coming, so nigga you better start running
 See my cemetary made, so bang em up

 Chorus x4

 [C-Murder]
 My name is as I murder
 So alot of niggas wanna get me cemetary made so I move to another city
 I was born with a gun in my hand
 now that I'm a grown man aint a damn thing changed
 C-Murder, a soldier from that TRU click
 my dick gets hard when I see a niggas whig split
 Life full of crime, so I abuses and chooses
 to never pull a gun if I aint gonna use it
 And known to smoke weed to calm my nerves
 but when I lace that shit, a nigga gettin served (booya!)
 Sending haters to the mortuary, been to the cemetary
 but dont kill a nigga if you ever scary
 Aint got no time to be paraniod bustas
 keep eye contact cause I dont trust ya
 187 is what i shout (187), tattooed on my right arm
 cause that's what I'm about
 You got beef with me? You'se in danger
 welcome to the motherfuckin torture chamber
 Execution style beat down in slashes
 kerosene to burn your ass up till you ashes
 You history fool, you dead, ha ha ha ha, now you cemetary made

 Chorus x4
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