Lil' Wyte - Slang 'n' Serve Lyrics
(x7)ATL niggaz(them boys wild)Im on a neva endin money mission,million dolla premanitiongot my own coalition,pack my own ammunition20's on tha lexus glisten im driven the mob likehella niggas want me murdad but cant do the job rightraise a blaze A.K.s if this be who i carryinkillin for a hobby like a midevel barbarianwhen will tha disater stop, now a nigga pass tha glockillustrated killin live and comin like his Magnavoxnow i gottem hot from tha platinum with tha black on lockset up shop with over fifty thousand dollaz worth of rocksammunition *****ed prepared pop ill even shoot at copsstash away the heat and then retreat of in my drop topmind your own bussines or the ghetto make your clock stop187 from the wesson get your *****in block moppedyou wont have to tangle wit it hypnotized in suprisecareful makin money off this shit to stay the ***** aliveCHORUS x4come smoke some herb with me (them boyz wild)come flip a bird with me (them boyz wild)step on the curb with me (them boyz wild)come slang and serve with me (them boyz wild)i only ***** with real niggaz all tha haterz can burn in hellif you aint affiliated dont come wit packs to sellour check up is hustlin is bubblin stacks of mailsituations turn sour robbers will blast and bailwhen i hit the block im seein chains driven insanecrunkin in my town with some hell of a ounces of cane.ATL niggaz blowin brains simple and plain sippin golden grainmakin stains inflictin the pain smoke can get to the livin roomif the fedz are clueless we the ones who keep the city crunkinwit engine fluid hypnotized niggaz ridin vets sippin moet strapped up witha vest and giant techs to lower the stress51 niggaz got my back so neva the less ima get this centa off my chestand smoke on the ses puttin *****es on the track witness the pimpin in fleshsolid as the rock for adversries who wishin to testCHORUSmy scandalous recipe make niggaz be scared of meinfested with trechery dont try to get next to meyour life is in jeopardy when *****in with familywe turnin psychotic fools in all of our insanityrankin off the greenery releasin the steam in mekeep me from the weapons ill be *****in up the sceneryyou poor bullets like imigrants ***** niggaz dont tempt the finchmoney is the motive let the sentence end my innocentsima let the missle whip ballistic wit hollw tipsyou wont see me comin keep your fingers on the pistol gripsmokelining my enemies give em fearful tendenciesyou can kiss they life goodbye when T-roc hit the henesseyim in it for the presidents luxurious residentshooked up with the camp i been a mercenary eva sinceAtlanta my stompin grounds ol' national where im foundmovin bricks and *****in tricks and flippin reefer by the pounds(ATL niggaz) x12........
