[Mr. Serv On]
I like to get that wild thing, street or city
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?

You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit

Ya'll n***as call your self killas
But ya'll don't know the fuck a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a fuck about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun
And ain't no bitches on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the mutherfucka killin
And never motherfuckin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a n***a break your muthafuckin' neck
And step in your chest n***a that's what the fuck I call respect
They ask me why the fuck I write these type of words
Go to Memphis n***a and ask every n***a
Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every n***a in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers n***a, with out a fuckin life
And I don't give a fuck what city your from
N***a put em up cause it's on tonight