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Ughhh! grimey and gritty
Huh! Heavy drug activity {pull please}
Lower development
Hustlers makin {CHING!}
supplier, uhh
Pullin (po-po man, po-po!)
Kissin my street {smooch}
the block like pliers (pliers?)
I'm as as can be
I'ma keep it funky my nigga, hoe shit don't sit too well me
(Uh-uh!) I was in the deep {?}
Beverly Hillbilly, black gold, Texas tea... where they'll you
And peel your potato of knucklin up
And squabbin like a hockey {doo doo doo doo}
I'm not a I'm the server
of you niggaz become your own best customers

I'm not a knock I'm the server

Uhhhhah! and dabblin
and fiddle-faddlin (fiddle-faddlin?)
Rippin up
Overkill, 47 back (11 of 'em)
cortex pushed back {doo doo doo doo}
If I catch you pinchin out the
Anybody can get found, up and hurt
as you do your homework (that's right)
Steady long, steady
Man walls got ears, take the battery out your phone
(Take it out man!) never make it home
Co-defendant was tellin, they stabbed him a turkey bone
(Snitch!) That's the consequences for
Got a jacket on his ass, caught him in the kitchen
(Shank me!) Niggaz talk a good one but fake
be spineless, they got no vertebrae

I'm not a I'm the server [4X]

Uhhhh! On the soil shootin (I got those)
paradise (zombies)
Leeches and
Restless and sleepless nights
Pistols and
Po-pos on feet and bikes move}
windows and street lights
Collect and shootin kits (it's yo' potnah mayne!)
The housin and the law enforcement agency
Bat around my do', me beam me up and taze me
While my girlfriend, was TV
Mindin her own business, breast feedin our baby
(AHHH!) I asked 'em the search warrant, they hatin
Tearin up my apartment, but came up nathin (BEATCH!)
My yola was at spot
Too much traffic, had the hot

I'm not a I'm the server [4X]