[Mr. Serv-On x4]

Daddy was a gangsta who raised me

Momma was a lady who raised me



Forever, a true thing forever, kissing dead triggers

Born to die quicker see me pull my nine ticker

Remember me, now tell me what you sell me

I pistol diaper running wild a ghetto child

With aim, to slang weed and cane

Never knew my place in life until daddy put me in the game

He said, son make our name famous

Can't let these bitches bang with us

Let alone find the love to die with us

With tears in her eyes and god on her side

Momma said a prayer for us

She saw the turn I took, but none shook

To look a murder in my eyes find a ten for my first ride

The same day my daddy died

Now I'm in the hole for shanking, thinking suicide

Until a voice from the grave said son, you gots to ride

Stand tall and when they let you free fuck a bitch for me



Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me

Thuggin got your baby

Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me

Murder got your baby

Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me

Dope slanging got your baby

Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me

Armed robbery



[Fiend]

Momma look at your baby boy, josing No Limit lookin

Surrounded by killers and dealers, sharing a little boasting

No one approaching, it's survival cause you heard us a rival

Street, probably murder one hand, look the man for the dollar

Couldn't holler, wanted power

Fiend working dirt like a trucker, bad motherfucker

No living this, get back to my mother

Moving hubbers cause I'm a surburban lover

That's on my stash, put it on my best peice of ass

forever have cash

Lord help me surpass the low of dirt and grimy

Please remi