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Servin' Tha Fiends
Flesh
Hey! Hey! Holler holler nigga, what's happenin'? I got the biggest boulders right here
m*therf*cker. These m*therf*ckin' rocks fat. Hey! At Ten O'Clock I don't want to see none of
ya'll lil' niggas up on the m*therf*ckin' block. Ya'll got to clear this m*therf*cker off. Curtousy
Nigga, get the f*ck up outta here off my block.
Bizzy
Who servin' the fiends? Hundred thousands in greens/ For the love of money; cash all
around me/ Demons can cloud me while I'm in the county, I can die/ Flipped up my style-y
As we turned at the same time, baby tell you/ Bein' attempted in attention, Ouija sh*t gotcha demented/ Crash
the Benz N' any intentions born for criminal defendin'/ Critical breakin' in the ghetto bar, I'm thinkin'
millenium sh*t like pestilance, war, famine/ Animal move/ The animals reviewed daily, fairly, gradely
That'll be the reason why Cleveland niggas involved like dead bodies in Eden, legions seepin' come on over...
Now I don't want to rock the pump/ But I'm a do whatever, if I have to pop the trunk! N' I'm a get 'em
when they thinkin' they missed me, what? Nigga that Thuggish Ruggish f*cked 'em up
Rollin' with my bucks to the biggest nuts/ Sh*t all of my dogs really bite N' nigga you
duck, you stuck on murder, smokin' up burner, gotta get high/ Peep out the 7th Sign Regime with
the 9's N' beams N' plenty of green with a clique-tight team and a nigga like me/ You can't
go wrong with me/ Eyes blood-shot red/ Will I floss instead? I gotta run up N' smash you with a
passion, and they chalkin' 'em off his head/ You done mislead it and then let them bleed, bled, nigga
Immortal warrior, we're the walkin' dead, dead
-Refrain-Flesh-
It's just another day I got to get paid (Who got the biggest boulder, who servin' the fiend?)
Layzie
Call me B.B. O B? The bad boy the Bones I be thuggin' for eternal wanna test me? It's on
Now where my niggas at? Get the gat, peel a nigga wig back/ Nigga dig that, dig that
All original Clevelands' ol' criminal here we go from a place where a nigga might bury you
Nigga act up and I better take care of you/ Scared of you/ I'll be ready for war nigga, I'm Americas'
Most/ Bailin' coast to coast, If you ready for war then you can fly with me/ But if you lie to me
You don't die for me look in my eyes N' see you can't hide from me/ Sleepwalk sh*t talker
We'll kill a nigga, that be runnin' with niggas in the ghetto that get on my level, rebukin' the devil
representin' like a heavenly rebel/ Even thou my screws loose I can tighten 'em up to put a twist in
the game like a monkey wrench for the funny sh*t all about murder for the love of money sh*t
gettin' paid/ Got it made in the shade, nigga, if you got it and I want to have to take it
Nigga made it and I told you we'd make it; kept it real N' I never did fake it/ Half baked
nigga gone off this Indo stick, wanna hit it? Call duece N' get wrecked hit it 2 times N' pass
Nigga hold your breath Lay playin' with a halfdeck(playin' with a halfdeck)
-Refrain-Flesh-
Flesh
Don't f*ck with the thugs that bail on the darkside, dwell with the hustla to get his pay/ I plan
on sellin' my yayo for my million/ No violatin' f*ckin' with multiplatinum singers/ Now that you
got the album tell me what the f*ck you gon' do with it? Cuz they droppin' hit after hit, now
chalk it N' get N' go/ Hittin', there they come so wicked, oh so wicked; They come beatin' drums
Stay stackin' up paper murdered them 187 on all haters; F*ck, you be done N' hit it with niggas
Do whatever they gotta do/ My niggas just do what you got to do even if you got to stalk a
fool just rob a fool; Jack move/ It's just another day Stack got to get paid, easily crept in
the same with made niggas N' if niggas not feelin' me they be fakin'/ Bailin' with a nigga
Better lay him low/ So when the po po rollin' show no mind/ Blastin' with criminal, homicidal
activity; Burn 'em up/ All 'em thinkin' that they showed the sh*t; Be Real/ But Stack went
run up on the nigga, do it fast, slow, go straight/ Smokin' with a f*cker who kept buckin' 'em
bloody red, wet on his back, back
-Refrain-Flesh-