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F.U. Serv
Rap
F.U. Serv was released on February 16, 1999 by DNA MUSIC GROUP/ Hitmaker Distro as a part of the album Da Next Level
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Release DateFebruary 16, 1999
LabelDNA MUSIC GROUP/ Hitmaker Distro
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Composer

Lyrics

You know you done fucked up right?
I got yo hoe
I'm yo bitch ****?
Aight
Back up off me, back up off me
When I step in this bitch I wanna hear you scream
**** hoe this
**** what? **** bitch that In fact
Bigga I ain't yo' motherfuckin hoe or yo' motherfuckin bitch
Betta yet let's sit where all the motherfuckin killers sit
So I can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
**** where the fuck I come from, we call it love
**** I'll never be caught in the back
**** that's where all the pretty muthafuckaz be sittin at
You know the bitches that's scared to bust back
I fuck wit drug dealers, **** cap pealers
If I come to yo' town and you ain't got one
I'ma leave wit a million motherfuckin killers
Tank soldiers, marchin, shit talkin
If you want me to holla at ya dawg **** start fuckin barkin (barking)
If you bustas bust first, and I bag shit
Or see a **** with his hoe and you still talkin
Bitch you came to the right clique
I'm the type of **** I don't fuck wit retaliation
**** I'll step in this bitch and I'll start a pistol whippin session
Ya heard me?
Rowdy is the fuck ****
Bout it is the fuck ****
So what the fuck you said?
Fuck you Serv!
Back up off me, back up off me
When I step in this bitch I wanna hear you scream
I said I'm with No Limit and y'all **** hate me
I fuck wit the hoez y'all wanna fuck and y'all **** sit
Around like some bitches and talk about me
I fuck the hoes y'all love to fuck, now you ain't know that
Go head **** dont be like no bitch ****
Come on now talk about me; I'm a War ****, battle ready
I'll step in the motherfuckin ring ****
You bad as fuck come on and test me
Cutthroat drug dealer from St. Louis to Miami accept me
Why the fuck y'all from the same place
And why the fuck y'all gon' sweat me?
His daddy's car, his daddy's house
I know some pregnant hoes who got some better shit to talk about
Big Vi's told me killers don't talk
They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every fuckin music shop
And now I'm bout to add mines
And I can see it in your heart you fuckin hate my kind
Cause I fuck wit the pound, cause I'm wit No Limit
Cause I sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town
You best to be leavin **** don't be mad, ease up clown
**** dont make me lay it fuckin down!
Written by: Corey Smith
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