[KLC]

It was a long, long time ago

In the basement with no money but had talent to show

But the shit wasn't right because the money was tight

But a mill and some street skills got me feelin tonight, right x2



[Mr. Serv On]

It all started in 92', just tight sounds there wasn't no beats by the pound

Just a little light skinned nigga with light eyes and blacks

I'm trippin, this nigga got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no

muthafuckin strap This nigga gotta be somebody real

Cause in south east and it cost ya dc

Some nigga be tightin up his muthafuckin grill

I'm seein shysty niggas run in and out

Now I'm thinkin this must be a muthafuckin crack house

This nigga say he like what I do, he see a little potential

Now I'm like nigga what's up with you

All we had between us was hundred bars and ruffles

I know ya'll out there fuckin laughing bitch it was real

All we had to do was hustle

I told em nigga do the music these bad times can't hold us

I did everything from credit cards to bad checks to bank tellers

Then we started dressin like goodfellas

Dressin in NBA teams uniforms everyday of the week

This nigga still doing fire music

and I'm pushin ounces of weed on the street

But we still ridin dirty and this old lady Caddy nigga one head light

Fuckin around the club, killing rumors, where niggas die every night

But we ain't trippin, we ain't got shit to lose

Cause if I kill a nigga fuck it, our shit gon sell

I know we got on Serv-On we on the news



Yeah that's what we talkin bout.

All you gotta do is catch one of your bitch ass niggas slippin.

When I blast at that bitch that they talk with.



[KLC]

Chorus x2



[Mr. Serv On]

So now I got my tape