Curb Servin'

Uhh, give it up!

Creep, creep, creeping up on ya

From the blind side, fool I'ma put them on ya (UHH!)

Back in the pezzack, to record on deck

The whole Thirty six ounces is hitting, **** check it

Get down, get down, with the real MCs

Would not to step the fuck up now (NEVER!)

How many **** must I kill?

Play hardcore before I start tossing tapes out the window

One, two, three million MCs, everybody is claiming they Gs

**** please, you're more like Super Chicken

Cause half of y'all is scarier than Barney on Andy Griffith

While you're tripping

Talk the talk, walk the walk

Matter of fact, break yourself for perpetrating

You're in violation

BUMP BA BUM BUMP, BUMP BA BUMP

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?)

Will the defendant please rise for the sentence

I hereby true to these street

Charging all y'all guilty of the first degree (BITCH!)

See for too long, I done stood on the 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 that punk ass off, I'm curb Serving

Break them off something

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

I'll break you off something proper

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

Break them off something

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

I'll break you off something proper

So what you need, what you need motherfucker?

Break them off something

Now what's up ****, I got them Double-ups cracking

Serving all these fake ass radical pro black **** (All y'all)

Y'all be killing me softly, talking that talk G (Bullshit)

**** where was you around the time of the Peace Treaty?

I'ma be one of the first out shooting

When it comes time for this so-called revolution

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

And play like El Melvin in the Blue Notes, miss me with that shit (Bullshit)

Not just sagging, waving my flag and

Fuck Bill Clinton, I'm still packing; AK-47 and Mini-14s

Cause guns rule everything around me

Fuck the cream, never would I, would've or could've put it to rest

Cause these little **** be out just to get a rep

Look brrrr stick them, down another victim (What?)

Better came to me, a **** should've had his pistol (Fuck Him!)

Grip pump, tucked, ready to bust

Cause now what remains is at the dust

May y'all say it's a black thing, well shit I'm with it

But you better tell them little **** on my block that shit

Got the hood hotter than hot, cars drive-by got me sweating

Double checking, rubbernecking (What?)

Increase the peace; Fuck That! increase the heat (Why?)

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

I'm curb Serving

Tan datta dan dan taan, here I come (What?)

Here I come (COME!) that's the thump from the.. lyrical

Ex-criminal; getting physical over instrumental

Tell me; where you're gonna go, where y'all gonna hide? (Nowhere)

When I get to dumping on this verbal drive-by?

Shit! I'm sending **** into spasms

After battles, chasing rappers like them metal balls from Phantasm

I'm coming at them, smacking them, steady tagging them

Like the cold sets and guard your Adam's Apple

Ain't no escaping; this janky lyricist is kickin' this, rippin' this

Just when I finish you be like oh shit

Run Charlie Run! - Fuck what you're saying

The Maad Circle **** ain't playing (WEST SIDE!!)

Uhh.. I'm tearing **** new ass holes

Fucking up the party as if I was Butch on the little rascals

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

Cause **** that done gone Hollywood on Dub-C..

Must be the money, that's making me clown (What?)

Cause like Rolls Royce motherfuckers is going down (I'm Going Down)

So like Patreich now I'm watching their spots

Setting up shots with jams like this, and forget me nots

So if you ever get the urge for that pure uncut

My shit is guaranteed to get you fucked up!

Dub-C, I'm curb Serving