Curb Servin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Mack 10] Uhh, give it up! [Verse One: W.C.] 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, nigga check it Get down, get down, with the real MCs Would not to step the fuck up now (NEVER!) How many niggas must I kill? Play hardcore before I start tossing tapes out the window One, two, three million MCs, everybody is claiming they Gs Nigga 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 niggas 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 [Chorus:] Break them off something Now, it's popping like a firecracker, nigga 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, nigga I'll break you off something proper So what you need, what you need motherfucker? Break them off something [Verse Two: W.C.] Now what's up nigga, I got them Double-ups cracking Serving all these fake ass radical pro black niggas (All y'all) Y'all be killing me softly, talking that talk G (Bullshit) Nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas be out just to get a rep Look brrrr stick them, down another victim (What?) Better came to me, a nigga 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 niggas 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 [Chorus:] [Verse three: W.C.] 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't playing (WEST SIDE!!) Uhh.. I'm tearing niggas 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 niggas 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 [Chorus:]