"COMING 2 SERVE YOU"
FLESH-N-BONE featuring B.G. Knocc Out
B.G. Knocc Out:
Alright, now, let's do this.
[Cocking of gun.]
Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin'
to serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin'
murder, mo murder.
Flesh:
Runnin' up hits off St. Clair, takin' niggas that dwelled in Cali, kick
it, chill, they're makin' it real, take a puff of my spliff and allow me
to feature with B.G. Knocc Out, droppin' these bullets in your crib with
the steel, and you muthafuckas would (...?...) still bitches sell rocks that
clockin' a grip, and I made it. (...?...)
B.G. Knocc Out:
Bailin' with choppers and handguns, sendin' bodies up dead full of redrum,
six feet in a ditch is where I'm leavin' you bitch-ass niggas, so come, come
fall victim to the chrome. It's on. Leavin' bodies stacked up
in a funeral home. Ho-bitch-ass niggas from the other side wanna try
to come and ride, 'cause the nigga got dough.
Flesh:
I really hope you can (?), and don't fuck with this innocent rap shit.
Keep names out your mouth. Come and cross 'em one day, and then
he'll cut your (?). See me killas that flip everyday, trip and pray,
like yourself then for most of the way found the MAC and dig his own grave,
tic-tac-tackin' from head to toe, hey.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Spray any nigga down with the AK, leavin' bodies dragged out in 'em all
day. All you niggas, if you workin' that shit, can't wait 'til you
bitch-ass niggas come our way to the hallway, nigga, all day. Fuck
a peace treaty, nigga. Ain't no love, ain't no way in Hell you can
fuck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and the Mo Thugs, straight up.
Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin' to
serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin'
murder, mo murder.
B.G. Knocc Out:
I'm comin' to serve you [serve ya], I'm screamin' mo murder [mo murder],
hopin' you die. Don't ask me why, 'cause you deserve to [deserve to]
get your cap peeled back to the back. Put to a nap, with the automatic
strap, had to bust a cap with the all-black gat to take a nigga straight
up off the map. That's how feel about any nigga that's willing to deal,
willing to ill, with a nigga like Knocc off on the block with the glock cocked,
'cause I'm willing to kill. Niggas soft, like a disease drop to your
knees, and gimme your cheese, thinkin' that you get with these? Nigga,
please.
Flesh:
See, ya steadily takin' a loss in the nine, oh no, (?) and I'm
layin' up in 'em if I can, be the masterplan, slip in your mind, so push
the forty-four magnum, zipped 'em, holdin' this open, I blast, they creep
in the woods, they peeped in the window, nigga, better leave the scene.
Sip up gin, get up the party back in, it figures we clown, here to
get scandalous, rippin' the city, so I'm fin to put 'em in to purchase a
pound, (...?...) the round when I grab pump-pump cocked, glock shot ya by
the gang, yo let off the bullet, rang, still the same--we comin' to drop
ya.
Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we
comin' to serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin'
murder, mo murder.
Flesh:
I ponder niggas in evil schemes, lil' Knocc Out here to help me, it's
on, as we shinin' infrared beams, celebrate the victory, runnin' with a flawless,
gonna keep doggin', playa haters fallin', never stood a chance up against
the Flesh maulin'. Nigga send 'em to their maker. I'm the man.
You really don't wanna test. Yet these niggas wanna to press
they luck, fuckin' with the Fifth Dawg, show no love, except for my game,
run and I tame, hope you know the name, gotta remain Mo Thug. Came
and deliver my slug, hit and spill his blood, yeah, that's what I'm gonna
serve ya, chasin' muthafuckas with the gun, get him on the run, but there's
no escapin' a bloody mo' murder.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Pullin' the triggers on niggas, 'cause little did they know they can't
hang with the Mo Thug gang. Soon as you run up, I'm pullin' my gun
up to your dome, it's on, gotta blow out your brain. Come to your spot
with the hot glock, bodies for the block, pop pop pop, niggas never gon'
stop, fuck with Knocc, I'm ready, your spot, with the glock, lettin' off
shots, niggas gon' drop to the pave, put 'em in a grave, let him dwell in
Hell and be the devil's slave. The clip and the trigger are sendin'
that ass up the river, nigga, try and miss me, hey. Say, nigga Knocc
and Flesh got glocks and TECs and comin' to serve ya, swerve to the curb,
flippin' off that chronic and burb, nigga, it's time to murder.
Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin' to
serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin'
murder, mo murder.
Flesh:
Murder, mo murder.
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