[Mr. Serv On]
 Whats happenin new?
 [New 9]
 What's happenin Serv?
 [Mr. Serv On]
 What you doin nigga?
 [New 9]
 Man I ain't doin nothin  just chillin.
 Layin back in this bitch.
 In this cold heartless ass world.
 [Mr. Serv On]
 Nigga pass the weed to a nigga baby.

 Chorus
 This world got me heartless
 That's why I hit the weed
 leave my middle finger up, I give a fuck (2X)

 Dear God tell me, how many times
 During the course of a day for ?????
 my life I gotta say a prayer for myself
 Or tell me, how many nights
 My mama gotta lay awake cryin
 starin at my picture on the shelf
 But if you ask me
 Some of you niggas instead of hating
 You need to be anticipating
 and find the bullet that's waitin for ya
 Do I feel for ya, I'm heartless
 I feel for people like my girl Cheryl
 who lost her brother Travis to these streets
 Can you imagine, having to identify
 your little brother that's laying beneath some sheets
 I don't think so
 Or what about this hoe
 That tried to tell me about a nigga
 that I came up with since diapers
 Serv watch yourself he don't like ya
 Or what about these niggas on my block
 that know I made it out
 All this dope you niggas done sold in the hood
 you still ain't bought
 your mama a house
 But believe me niggas I love you till my dying day
 But if you try to take me from my family
 I'm a bang you in a fuckin heartless way

 Chorus (4X)

 [New 9]
 I just got out last night so it's like a cycle
 Even though I know shit always don't go they way you want it to go
 I proceed to be a nigga I need, it's only real
 It's money making plans to demand at center field
 And shit's real and right now everything is tight
 I got to pack a gun but if I get caught it's my third strike
 I'm strapped up, my tennis too tight, that's how I'm living
 A nigga on a mission, anything in my way, I'm killing
 That's my mentality right, me and my niggas be quick to fight
 Type of niggas you don't wanna cross if you kinda value your life
 Whether wrong or right, I got a pocket full of rocks and I'm on a block
 Smokin weed with my niggas, last thing I wanna see is a cop
 On patrol, some dicksuckers roll, the heck is up
 I'm heartless so I point my middle finger cause I don't give a fuck
 I'm strapped up and on parole, I gotta fight to stay out of the penn
 The same shit happened last year, here I go again

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Chorus 4X

 [Uzi]
 Mercy mercy me, Lord forgive me for the wrong I've done
 Ghetto child with a crooked smile I had a rough one
 This life full of plenty hurt, so soft and pain
 Consequences of the game but I had to maintain
 Step on toes, I'm ready to ride or roll over
 I'm a kill for a meal, lay back and smoke some doja
 But I know what go around come around good
 Knock on wood and it's understood
 I'm stayin young at twenty one life full of regret
 Ten commandments say don't kill but I done left some folks wet
 I got the blood of a dead man on my hand
 We goin clash again in soldier land
 Mm hmm

 [Glock]
 Now am I wrong when I want to bust your motherfuckin dome
 Got that blues song stuck, scratch on you ain't coming home
 I let it ride cause I know he be fake
 But fuck that he cross my family, this nigga's done took the cake
 Stop the record just start it up you can find him in the lake
 Have your people fucked up sayin I just saw him yesterday
 See that's real and I know you motherfuckers can relate
 It's written down in ghetto law and taught by this ghetto church
 That's why my hollow keeps me strapped, cause it be too late
 Cause in a minute all this shit bout to be in one way

 [Mo B. Dick]
 Here I go again

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Chorus 6X