Текст песни: Mr. Serv-On - A Dead Man
(Mr. Serv-On)
It`s a quarter to ten
He was my friend
Hit the funeral, roses in my hand
Payin respects to a dead man
Hugged his mama, kissed his girl
Got his dope and his son, your fuckin life is now my fuckin world
Don`t even hear the preacher talkin
Just thinkin about the money
and the bedroom noise me and his wife been makin
He told me how she like to take it- so I`ma give it
I see you later, fuck your clothes bring my pussy and my son
And this gangsta shit is done
I shoulda spit in your face after the way she fucked me in the game
I hope you burn in vain
One day your son will call me daddy
It`s your fault `cuz you lost loyalty
We been fuckin around since diapers
But you let another nigga touch you
Now that bitch work for me
But not for long- I ordered that bitch here at a quarter to three
And if he got a bitch- I`ma pimp her
For every minute you had to suffer
And fuck her for every dollar you had to cover
That`s how it goes, nigga you know the game
You shoulda stayed real
That`s why I`m saying "Fuck a dead man!"
You know the deal, your cap`s got peeled
Should I bang him?
Should I kill him, should I take him from his family?
(Fuck em, fuck em!)
[4X]
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(Mr. Serv-On)
It`s a quarter to ten
He was my friend
Hit the funeral, roses in my hand
Payin respects to a dead man
Hugged his mama, kissed his girl
Got his dope and his son, your fuckin life is now my fuckin world
Don`t even hear the preacher talkin
Just thinkin about the money
and the bedroom noise me and his wife been makin
He told me how she like to take it- so I`ma give it
I see you later, fuck your clothes bring my pussy and my son
And this gangsta shit is done
I shoulda spit in your face after the way she fucked me in the game
I hope you burn in vain
One day your son will call me daddy
It`s your fault `cuz you lost loyalty
We been fuckin around since diapers
But you let another nigga touch you
Now that bitch work for me
But not for long- I ordered that bitch here at a quarter to three
And if he got a bitch- I`ma pimp her
For every minute you had to suffer
And fuck her for every dollar you had to cover
That`s how it goes, nigga you know the game
You shoulda stayed real
That`s why I`m saying "Fuck a dead man!"
You know the deal, your cap`s got peeled
Should I bang him?
Should I kill him, should I take him from his family?
(Fuck em, fuck em!)
[4X]
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Handle Your Business
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Murder
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My Homies
My Story
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Snatch Them Hoez Up
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Strap Up
Throw Ya City Up
Time to Check My Fetty
Tryin` to Make It Out da Ghetto
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Watching Me
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We Got It
You Know I Would