Mr. Serv-On - We Got It lyrics

(feat. Big Ed, Magic, Fiend)

[Chorus: Fiend]

What 'cha need, need

We got it, got it [x4]

[Mr. Serv-On]

Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'!

I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank

Now tell me (what) the fuck it stands fo'!

N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R-V

Nigga salute the colonel

Nigga I'm lieutenant, don't give fuck

So nigga bow to me

Bangin' one of the click

Fuck yo' sound and yo' bitch

Nigga it's platinum Beats by Pound shit

A soldier marchin' wit' his knees high

1 to da 2 to da 3 to da 4 to da 5

From gang signs and gun fights

Bitch I den done it

When it comes to da streets to da music mutha fucka

NO LIMIT RUN IT!!

Nigga three #1's to da 2 to da 3 and a 4 and a 5

In the same year

So if yo' label can't tell ya da same shit

Then why in the fuck you came here

I den did it from Chi-town, Montgomery

I rather lose my life before I let you bitches run me

I know what I came for, so what 'cha lookin' for

What 'cha came for.......

[Chorus x2]

[Big Ed]

What in Sam Hill are you thinkin'

If you step to us, you want be left stankin

Big Ed "The Assassin," Captain of the Tank is my rank

Step through yo' hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

Totin' two techs, camoflauged gear from toe to neck

Niggas don't know when niggas can sleep on my lyical capacity

That's when I swoop 'em like turbulence

Bust on mics and cause tragedy

The presents of thieves, hearts breeze and souls leave

If you stomp on my stees after verbals like these

Big Ed be puttin' it down like that

Wit' a fifty calibre

Niggas run off wild at 'cha

Why dey hang wit a bunch of niggas wit' a rowdy manager

If you want the hook-up, we got it

Don't make me blast at 'cha

But if ya come short buncha No Limit Soldiers dirty dance wit'cha

[Chorus x2]

[Magic]

It's a WAR!! But I in da Tank nigga

Just can't lose

It's dis click of No Limit Soldiers givin' you fools the flu

I refuse to lose so I choose my move

Smokin a Kool, precicely selectin' my tool

Don't play by the rule, bustin first

Leavin' niggas wet up

Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up

If it's a set up I'ma call a squad of head bustas and wig splittas

Hope you ready to war cause these ain't bullshittas

TRU niggas we can fuckin' stand the rain

By bringin the pain, mentally destroyin' yo' game

Must be the Magic that I'm givin' or could it be my deliverence

That got you niggas shiverin' or my Tank is glistenin'

Picture this, a new era and we on top of rappin'

Aint no use to you fightin' cause ain't no stoppin' what's suppose to happen

[Chorus until fade]