Lyrics My Story - Mr. Serv-On
Featuring
klc
[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
dubbed,
we
gotta
do
something
This
nigga
kl
got
two
daughters
and
he
workin
on
a
muthafuckin
son
Til
we
dead
we
ain't
got
no
nigga
to
put
g's
up
Sleepy
wanna
lend
a
hand
but
the
people
fuckin
with
him
He
got
his
hands
tied
up
Shit,
all
we
got
between
us
nigga
Is
enough
money
to
get
a
kicken
chicken
plate
Me
and
these
muthafucka's
with
child
support
are
always
in
my
face
I
still
wanna
call
boogie
and
tarret,
But
them
niggas
got
problems
of
they
own
Nigga
they
kill
they
homies
time
to
leave
they
pistols
on
em
I'm
from
6th
and
berome,
i
ain't
off
the
way
But
niggas
like
booty,
bozo,
cujo,
qb,
mo,
vito,
and
t-roy
They
treat
my
like
i'm
they
home
boy
Now
this
nigga
o-boy
may
he
rest
in
peace
Talkin
bout
some
jack
the
rapper
shit
Fuck
it,
we
doing
bad
plus
this
shit
free
Now
we
three
deep
in
the
course,
with
a
pack
in
the
spare
tire
I
hope
these
alabama
police
don't
stop
us
cuz
we
hot
like
fire
I
think
about
all
the
niggas
we
done
left
behind
But
fuck
it
nigga,
i
gotta
go
for
mine
I
don't
know
what
i'm
gonna
do,
i
gotta
go
for
mine
Nigga,
mc
dart.
That's
like
the
tightest
muthafucka
ya'll
never
heard
of
nigga.
Ya'll
never
heard
of.
[Klc]
Chorus
x2
[Mr.
serv
on]
Now
we
at
the
mariott
marquis
with
no
passes
Not
for
long,
nigga
i'm
from
new
orleans
bitch
we
whoop
asses
I
pussy
ass
label
no
name
giving
heard
our
demo
Try
to
beat
us
with
hoes
and
limos,
fuck
em
i
don't
miss
em
Now
we
in
the
lobby
watchin
death
row
and
ruthless
records
fightin
Tearin
shit
up,
and
right
in
the
middle
like
when
i
was
young
That
nigga
p
ran
up
with
c-murder
with
pistols
in
hand
Askin
what's
up
nigga
ya'll
straight
Shit
i
remember
a
little
group,
now
they
platinum
I
could
keep
a
secret
now
i'm
gon
make
my
escape
P
said
nigga
let's
eat
at
this
breakfast
place
Nigga
told
me
about
no
limit
and
took
my
demo
Gave
us
two
hundreds
dollars
a
peice
and
pay
for
the
shit
we
ordered
to
eat
Now
we
back
home
still
struglin
I
got
a
pistol
with
two
bullets
One
for
me
and
one
for
the
nigga
that
fuckin
with
me,
i'm
thuggin
I
done
beat
some
niggas
out
for
some
paper
Kl
got
tax
problems,
don't
trust
me
when
we
in
the
money
caper
Now
p
back
home
lookin
for
some
niggas
for
some
down
south
hustlers
shit
I'm
lettin
club
rumors
and
i'm
like
dogg
take
me
out
this
bitch
He
ask
me
if
am
i
trippin
on
chris,
nigga
fuck
that
bitch
hit
me
bustin
But
i
can't
leave
without
kl
Now
we
on
the
plane
with
me
and
the
rest
ain't
hard
to
tell
nigga
We
made
it
[Klc]
Chorus
x2
1 Forever My Life: The Beginning
2 Tank Nigga
3 Boot 'em Up
4 From N.Y. to N.O.
5 F.U. Serv
6 Murder
7 I Hate the Way I Live
8 Best Friend II
9 1, 2, 3
10 Straight Outta N.O.
11 Snatch Them Hoez Up
12 My Homies
13 This Is for My Niggaz
14 Freaky Dreams
15 Make 'em Bleed
16 Hit the Block
17 Strap Up
18 I'll Be There
19 My Story
20 I Luv It
21 The Last Song
22 Forever My Life: The End
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