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Correct Slang 'n' Serve Lyrics
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Lil' Wyte
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Correct Slang 'n' Serve
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(x7) atl niggaz(them boys wild) I'm on a neva endin money mission, million dolla premanition Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition 20's on tha lexus glisten I'm driven the mob like Hella niggas want me murdad but can't do the job right Raise a blaze A. K. S if this be who I carryin Killin for a hobby like a midevel barbarian When will tha disater stop, now a nigga pass tha glock Illustrated killin live and comin like his Magnavox Now I gottem hot from tha platinum with tha black on lock Set up shop with over fifty thousand dollaz worth of rocks Ammunition cocked prepared pop I'll even shoot at cops Stash away the heat and then retreat of in my drop top Mind your own bussines or the ghetto make your clock stop 187 from the wesson get your fuckin block mopped You wont have to tangle wit it hypnotized in suprise Careful makin money off this shit to stay the fuck alive Chorus x4 Come 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 fuck with real niggaz all tha haterz can burn in hell If you aint affiliated don't come wit packs to sell Our check up is hustlin is bubblin stacks of mail Situations turn sour robbers will blast and bail When I hit the block I'm seein chains driven insane Crunkin in my town with some hell of a ounces of cane. Atl niggaz blowin brains simple and plain sippin golden grain Makin stains inflictin the pain smoke can get to the livin room If the fedz are clueless we the ones who keep the city crunkin Wit engine fluid hypnotized niggaz ridin vets sippin moet strapped up with A vest and giant techs to lower the stress 51 niggaz got my back so neva the less ima get this centa off my chest And smoke on the ses puttin bitches on the track witness the pimpin in flesh Solid as the rock for adversries who wishin to test Chorus My scandalous recipe make niggaz be scared of me Infested with trechery don't try to get next to me Your life is in jeopardy when fuckin with family We turnin psychotic fools in all of our insanity Rankin off the greenery releasin the steam in me Keep me from the weapons I'll be fuckin up the scenery You poor bullets like imigrants bitch niggaz don't tempt the finch Money is the motive let the sentence end my innocents Ima let the missle whip ballistic wit hollw tips You wont see me comin keep your fingers on the pistol grip Smokelining my enemies give em fearful tendencies You can kiss they life goodbye when T-roc hit the henessey I'm in it for the presidents luxurious residents Hooked up with the camp I been a mercenary eva since Atlanta my stompin grounds ol' national where I'm found Movin bricks and fuckin tricks and flippin reefer by the pounds (Atl niggaz) x12........
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