Curb Servin'

Uh

Give it up

Creep, creep, creepin' up on ya

From the blindside, fool, I'ma put 'em on ya

Back in effect, 'Zect to wreck and don't take

The whole thirty-six ounces, here, ****, check it

Get down, get down

With the real MCs when I step the fuck up now

How many **** must I kill, play hardcore

Before I start tossin' tapes out the window?

One, two, three million MCs

Everybody's claimin' they Gs, ****, please

More like soup, chicken 'cause half of y'all are scarier

Than Barney on Andy Griffin, why you trippin'?

Talk the talk, walk the walk, matter of fact

Break yourself for perpetratin', you in violation

Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum, here I come

Get out the water, fuck around and

Get your punk ass slaughtered (punk)

Order in the court, order in the court (what?)

Would the defendant please rise for the sentence?

I hereby, true to these streets

Am chargin' all of y'all **** guilty of the first degree (bitch)

See, far too long I done stood on this sidewalk

And watched **** blow the fuck up like the Hulk (fuck that)

So don't say shit to me, turn your ass over for the toss

So I can break your punk ass off, I'm curb servin'

(Burn the house up)

Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, ****

(I'll break you off somethin', what?)

Heat it up, rock it, gots to make my profit

(Burn the house up)

Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, ****

(I'll break you off somethin', what?)

So what you need? What you need, motherfucker?

Now what's up, ****? I got them double-ups crackin'

Servin' all these fake-ass radical pro-Black **** (oh yeah)

Y'all be killin' me softly, talkin' that talk, G (oh)

****, where was y'all around the time of the peace treaty?

I'ma be one of the first out shootin'

When it comes time for this so-called revolution

So you **** need to quit (quit)

And play like El Melvin and the Blue

Notes, miss me with that shit (bum)

Not just saggin', wavin' my flag and

Fuck Bill Clinton, I'm still packin'

AK-47s, mini-14s

'Cause guns rule everything around me, fuck the cream

Never would I, woulda or coulda put it to rest

'Cause these lil' **** leak out just to get a rep

Look, brr, stick 'em, down another victim (what?)

Better him than me, that **** shoulda had his pistol (fuck him)

Grip pump, tucked, ready to bust

'Cause now all remains is ash to dust

Now y'all say it's a Black thing, well, shit, I'm with it

But you better tell them lil' **** on my block that shit (tell 'em)

Got the hood hotter than hot, cars drive by

Got me sweatin' (sweatin'), double-

Checkin' (checkin'), rubberneckin' (what?)

Increase the peace, fuck that, increase the heat (why?)

'Cause when it boils down, it's either him or me

I'm curb servin', haha

(Burn the house up)

Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, yeah

(I'll break you off somethin', what?)

Heat it up, rock it, gots to make my profit

(Burn the house up)

Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, ****

(I'll break you off somethin', what?)

So what you need? What you need, motherfucker?

Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun

Here I come (What?), Here I come (come)

Best to duck from the lyrical ex-criminal

Gettin' physical off the instrumental, tell me

Where you gon' go? Where y'all gon' hide? (Nowhere)

When I get to dumpin' these verbal drive-bys? Shit

I'm sendin' **** into spasms after battles

Chasin' rappers like the middle balls

On Phantasm (here I come, here I come)

I'm comin' at 'em, smackin' 'em, steady attackin' 'em (attackin' 'em)

Like Nicole Sims to guard your Adam's apple (sis')

Ain't no escapin', this janky lyricist kickin' this, rippin' this

When I finish this, you'll be like, "Oh, shit"

Run, Charlie, run

Fuck what y'all sayin', them Mass

Circle **** ain't playin' (yes, sir)

I'm tearin' **** new assholes

Fuckin' up the party as if I was Butch on the Little Rascals (uh)

I'm takin' it back to the streets (why?)

'Cause **** done gone Hollywood on WC

Must be the money that's makin' me clown (what?)

'Cause like Rolls-Royce, motherfuckers is goin' down (we goin' down)

So like Patrice, now I'm rushin' they spot, settin' up shop

With jams like these and a forget-me-not

So if you ever get the urge for that pure uncut

My shit is guaranteed to get you fucked up, WC, I'm curb servin'

(Burn the house up)

Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, ****

(I'll break you off somethin', what?)

Heat it up, rock it, gots to make my profit

(Burn the house up)

Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, ****

(I'll break you off somethin', what?)

So what you need? What you need, motherfucker?