Текст песни Mr. Serv-On - Time to Check My Fetty
Mr. Serv-On - Time to Check My Fetty слова песни
[Master P]Huh, it`s like this here player.Ain`t no rules in the ghetto.It aint really bout the dollar value.It`s bout the principle.A life ain`t worth nothing.Any nigga come shizzout on mine.Ya hear what I`m saying?I`m gonna handle that.I`m gonna show these motherfuckers I ain`t playing.That`s the american way.I mean I`m kicking up crack housesknocking motherfucking doors in cause I gotta get mine[Chorus x2]Time to get your fettyGet your paperCome short with the cream we goin take you[Master P]Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv-OnEighteen oz`s add up, nigga that`s half homeOpen up shop on six and berone streetThe fiends walking around, every nigga out there know meHear them on the beeper, nigga it`s on[Mr. Serv-On]I done sold sixteen, I`m on my way homeTwo came up short, somebody must be smokingP grabbed that age k, nigga we aint joking[Master P]Bullets got no disname, a pound and back of that good cain1997, ?????????????? the dope game[Mr. Serv-On]Some call me Frank Nitty, cause I aint taking no shortsI`m aiming that beam at your motherfucking heart[Master P]Let the windows down on my green Eddie BauerA 187 for this crystal white powderSo Serv-On, cut those lights off and creepThat`s when we put them cockroaches to sleepCruise up drive to erata to the 3rd wardProfessional execution, fuck a murder charge[Chorus x4][Master P]I`m paranoid, I can`t sleep, I think my phone tappedRest in peace little Jacob in the calliop got kidnappedNow I`m trippin on shit, I aint slippin on shitWe carry gats and shit, bulletproof vests incase niggas talkin shitWanna creep up on us killers, drug dealersGhetto millionare where niggas and bitches feel us[Mr. Serv-On]Fake niggas step back, jackers meet my chrome gatThey kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come backIt`s an eye for an eye in this dope gameNiggas are losing thier life living that heroin and cocainI trust nobody but my nickel plated ninoHave you seen her, fuck with my greens nigga you goin meet her[Master P]Meet your maker, one way ticket to JamaicaNow your bitch with me, and I`m a fuck her, then break herAin`t no rules in this dope gameBut don`t get high on your own supplies manBut if you fuck with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffsCause niggas in my hood losing thier life for furl and cooked rocks[Chorus x2][Mr. Serv-On]Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you bitches calling me daddyGot some mountains in the trunk, nigga they goin faster so what the fuck you wantSlanging them green birds and lemon dropsPop a pound of that cali green serving fiendsGot em fat like fiftiesWhich one of you niggas trying to short meBig Mo take me to the calliop so I can see SlimHit the desert eagle and pay these bitches like a candy painted reagleNow I`m ready to set shop like Buggsy SeagelOn the parkway you bitches gonna die my wayCall my nigga cujo, it`s goin downCheck my fetty nigga