Mr. Serv On

Mr. Serv On - Let's Get It Started songtekst

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[Mr. Serv-On]



I'm a snatch your heart out through your fucking chest

I represent this fucking tank time to bow to the best

Fuck the rest

Nigga don't ask my fucking rank

Will shoot your children in the grave and a pistol in your face now

 tell me what the fuck you think about my bank

We getting bad don't touch these boys on my shoulder

How many times we told ya

We came to get this bitch rowdy

Been bout it

?? and the colonel only

Virginia to Denver ready to die with me

So put your guns up

I gives a fuck

So nigga respect when I represent

Let's get it started



[Chorus]



Let's get it started

(Bitch I'm a soldier)

Started

(A soldier)

Let's get this mothafucka started

(A mothafucking soldier)



[Mia X]



Nigga what you want huh nigga where ya at

We here to get it started playa haters gone get parted at the wigs you dig

Mama X is the picture with it on her mind

Subliminal lyricals tell ya she ain't lying

My mouthpeice got MC's shivering like a cocked nine

Get on the floor surrender

Before my vocals send ya

To the promise land beg for your ?? then call me maam

Cause the only way your shit will survive is if my verbal gun jam

And it won't cause I don't be playing bout my lyric skills

Hit ya so hard your ID pictures gone feel it

The realest gots to be that TRU bitch

From that No Limit click click

Fuck the rhyming nigga its time for gangsta shit

And I'm with it, dumb hoe beaters be pounding

My right left ass whippings I give last to the year 2000

Quiet as kept, I step with soldiers starting it off

Think she ain't mama 4 starred major general of the tank

Let's get it started



[Chorus]



[Master P]



H-N-I a head nigga in charge

Techs, Ak's Mc's we living large

Damn it ain't no sucker niggaz bucking on you busters

Got them g's for you busters got them boulders for you

 cluckers

My game is to pull rank and rowdy

11 plus I'm bout it bout it

Nigga down south with the gangers

Slanging g's keep one up in the chamber

Niggaz don't play scream No Limit

Nigga talk shit a million niggaz gone be in him

To your fucking dome, rushing up your home

Fed hits on niggaz that talk shit won't last long

Full metal jackets, grenade cause I'm a ghetto star

My definition of a soldier any nigga that ain't scared to

 go to war



[Chorus]



[Silkk]



Bitch I be quick to jump something off the mothafucking ride of the

 worst

Keep shit at a minimum cause I don't like to hear that shit talking

In other words keep your mothafucking mouth quiet

I represent like fucking flags and I sag like titties

Nigga I don't brag on your ass cause my 44 sag and my dick shhh

Now peep though

Cause I'll drop your mothafucking ass like a 64

Nigga I'm creeping like creep shows

Creep mean sneaking like a mothafucking tip toe

To my slim niggaz ?? like a penatentiary mothafucking baller

See I represent my mothafucking ward roll with niggaz that hard

Nigga fuck a bodyguard

Nigga fuck stress I keep them guessing like a mothafucking charade

Bullets fly like grenades

Nigga fuck weapons, next time you better step like berets

Keep my game sharp like a fade

What the fuck you niggaz say

No Limit Soldiers roll tight like fucking braids

Niggaz stay twisted like fucking dreads

Nigga busted ass niggaz get played

Don't try to act fucking brave

Cause I got the best pound for pound like beats

Ask O'Dell, KL, Mo B Dick and Craig B

So lets get ready to fucking rumble

Let me ask you one time for you stumble

Can't stop us or shock us that's why I make your ass fumble



[Chorus]
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