Mr. Serv On

Mr. Serv On - Die Rich songtekst

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[Mr. Serv-On]

Time to release this terror on you

Best believe in these letters across my stomach

I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you

fuck what these coward bitches told me

Live a quiet life, take a wife

fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night

Gimme a bitch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale

A thousand pounds to a bail, nigga thats mail

If I fail to die with money in my pocket

Nigga blast from my side if I ride

I'm high-siding on you motherfuckers

lot of you bitches made to suffer

For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please

To these young niggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers

Ready to pistol whip and to die rich shit a jail trip

I'll frusterate your bitch

A nigga wanna be laying in them guts, nigga you know whats up

I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay

Every day, flipping them browns

sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping

Like pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been bout it

Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects

ready to die rich or die a bitch

You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch

nigga, you feel me



[Prime Suspects]

What's that music man?  

Man what's the real Milly bro?

I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich.

Man that nigga Gotti

Lil Gotti

Fuck it, so lets go get it cause you know I aint no bitch



[Mac]  Chorus 

You either die rich or die a bitch

hit that flow when my trigger finger itch

[Prime Suspects]

I want all that shit x4



[Prime Suspects]

Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning

My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fuckin stomach

Facing charges, my ??? is of runs and guns

Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrence nigga

Run, be that killa California

home if that nigga did one leave you soaked

Like a sonar, a No Limit soldier, 

Been totin', fuck ghetto quotes

Murder he spoke, I never wrote

I live with the most, I left a note

PS undercover, pull the bluff from my coat, BITCH

You die rich or a bitch nigga



Situation too real so you bail

And when you see us don't bow, nigga kneel

Used to wonder how you jump ship in full throttle

But when a nigga got your heart too so you usually follow

Now you screamin and hollerin, with that middle no ax

But the world can't hear you, with that deed off your back

You gameless but you shameless

Like a five dollar hoe on the stroll

and its gonna be ripped up to toe

Guarantee to die a bitch, block hardy

not a prophet just a hoe ass bitch

Huh, realase that smoke from your ass, I hear you hollerin, whaaaat



My momma raised me up a little bad motherfucker

At the age of fifteen told me slow down it brother

You bout to get our shit with all that weed hold firm

Don't be no bitch little nigga, get the riches of the world

So I'm a let know, I'm out for the gusto rippin some key

I can't be late cause this murder rate is at an all time pace

Less your kicks up, you better duck cause I could give a fuck

As for this tool I got, step poppa gave me this stuff, nigga



Chorus x4



[Lil Gotti Gambino]

Four, five, mack 10, my only friend

Who can guarantee me papers till my end

Selecting my dividends I want it all

I'm macking a hog in 97, chasing down the chedder

Down for whatever, hustling in any kind of weather

Running with killers, thug niggas, drug dealers,

You feel us, no limit thrillers, mob figures

Made niggas, livin the family of grave niggas

So misbehave, front page my mafia wave 

Got me inches away from a cage my gat you display

On partners be played, my silent prayers be thug haters

In thier grave I be a breeder

All my days can I take time out to pray

Cause momma said judgement day aint far away

So I be thuggin, pistol huggin, slug bustin

I wish a nigga would trip, I'm a do him wrong and split his dome

To the moon, to the danger zone

And get dealt with, you either die rich or die a bitch

Lil Gotti, representing



I'm representing that whole Gambino Family.

Mia X, the farazano, unlady like, Mr. Serv-On

TRU, Prime Suspects, with that platinum shit

with the beats by the pound, P, the colonel, that nigga Silkk

The Shocker, C-Murder, the whole No Limit family.

Represent, for you
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