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Servin' the Word

Swerve around the corner in all black Benz

Black rims black stunnas yo all new trends

Rollin’ in unique whips packing chrome clips

That’s that rode to destruction hope you hit

Two up two down p-town to your town

I’m servicing up something nice from the sky to the ground

Check the flow it aint your ordinary style

Soprano type plot - smelling something foul

it’s that filth - you pushing to the kids

Killing like dope that aint the way to do it big

You’ve seen those mob flicks one to many times

Tony Montana fantasizing bout dem dope crimes

Peep ya life you going no where fast

No respect for the law staying high as gas

Infatuated with the streets dude you dying

Moms crying let me put you on to Zion

I made it out – now I’m up in the burb

you can catch in the hood ghetto serving the word

I from VA - poverty has stricken my land

Rapid fire from the steal but I’m a praying man

Bash crash blowing up in the flames

Rise from the ashes like phoenix seek his name

Yo it aint a game - I die daily

Rolling so smooth they want my name up on perellis

I’m paying off my mortgage while yall still paying rent

All blacked out like some real dark tent

Come get a taste of the product and see that its good

Jehovah is the flavor that I’m pushing through the hood

Critique my style critique heart critique motive

I’m still gone spread the gospel from myspace to Minnesota

Reach the hip hop culture and gangsta with the lean

Fitted ball caps ipods and baggie jeans

even chicks on the side looking fly with stilettos

I gotta reach them to before the fall for crime fellows

The schist type cats straight bold with they sin

Bluntly oblivious - You can tell when in the end

I made it out – now I’m up in the burb

you can catch in the hood ghetto serving the word

I from VA - poverty has stricken my land

Rapid fire from the steal but I’m a praying man

Its all a trap don’t fall for the devil schemes

Dudes be bugging over dollars signs seeing green

Back in the lab- where my pad -I’m write something

get me in the booth -I got the truth- I’m a spit something

Don’t be cursed with a curse put God first

The root evil got you blinging -read a bible verse

Aggravate you real easy if you aint doing right

Helicopter - private jet I’m about to take flight

Columbian - drug lords - smugglers need to stop it

Little Johnny flipping bricks trying to make a profit

Looking out for you fam, ya sons and your daughter

Like homeland security protecting all borders

Close caption narrow in on the enemy no friend of me

Watch the flesh cause it always rising up against thee

Hip Hop my state of mind save Hip Hop

Art imitating life even down to getting shot

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Lyrics submitted by Holihs.

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