Mr. Serv-On Follow

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 that's 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 frustrate your bitch

A nigga wanna be laying in them guts
Nigga, you know what's 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

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 let's go get it 'cause you know I ain't no bitch

You either die rich or die a bitch
Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
I want all that shit, I want all that shit
I want all that shit, I want all that shit

Yo, I'm coming, you running 'cause I'm gunning
My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fucking stomach
Facing charges, my [unverified] 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 toting, 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 screaming and hollering 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 it's gonna be ripped up to toe
Guarantee to die a bitch, block hardy
Not a prophet just a hoe ass bitch
Huh, realists that smoke from your ass
I hear you hollering, what?

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 ripping 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

You either die rich or die a bitch
Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
I want all that shit, I want all that shit
I want all that shit, I want all that shit

You either die rich or die a bitch
Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
I want all that shit, I want all that shit
I want all that shit, I want all that shit

You either die rich or die a bitch
Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
I want all that shit, I want all that shit
I want all that shit, I want all that shit

You either die rich or die a bitch
Hit that flow when my trigger finger itch
I want all that shit, I want all that shit
I want all that shit, I want all that shit

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 cheddar

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, living 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 their grave I be a breeder

All my days can I take time out to pray
'Cause momma said judgment day ain't far away
So I be thugging, pistol hugging, slug busting
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