Straight Outta No Lyrics by Mr. Serv-on

Straight Outta No Lyrics

    [c-murder]
    Wassup niggas and niggets?
    We got the muthafuckin infamous three in this bitch.
    That uptown nigga, that third ward nigga.
    And that ninth ward nigga.
    We represent for every hood on this muthafuckin globe.
    No limit, nigga check this out.
    I'm a tell you niggas like this.

    [c-murder]
    Straight out the projects, a crazy nigga named c-murder
    Quick to put a muthafucker in a death gerter
    First we blank to smoke weed out of zig zags
    And call it chop chop to meet me on the dope spot
    In the projects we flip checks for the bricks
    And beat dope fiends down with them iron sticks
    My nigga serv and mr. magic bout to cause havoc
    Ready, aim, shoot, niggas jumpin like some jack rabbits
    I hit the third and i swerve with serv
    Pushin birds by the herbs, from the jets to the suburbs
    A trigger happy muthafucka with respect, breaking necks
    Coming straight out the muthafuckin projects

    [mr. serv on]
    These motherfuckers don't know me.
    You niggas don't know muthafuckin streets.
    I'll fuckin survive.

    Straight outta uptown, a rowdy muthafucka named serv
    You niggas need to believe what the fuck you see,
    And not what the fuck you heard
    Before it's all said and done, nigga i'm a make you stand and bow
    When i flow all my muthafuckin raps on the tracks, everbody get wild
    (uptown, uptown, we don't take no shit
    Uptown, uptown, niggas staight jack ya bitch
    Uptown, uptown, we don't take no shit
    Uptown, uptown, niggas straight jack ya bitch)
    Back to lesson at hand, bitches gotta understand
    Fuck it nigga i accept this fuckin war, i'm the fuckin man
    You can go blow for blow, rap for rap, better yet blast for blast
    What up nigga, i'm talkin too muthafuckin fast
    I tell you nigga i'm a slow it down
    No limit, i never fall, damn you hate to see some muthafuckin' killas ball
    So guess what niggas when i come around, you know it's going down
    Believe it nigga, i'm straight outta uptown

    [magic]
    Man wait, hold on, hold on.
    Ya'll niggas is something fuckin else bruh.
    Man fix me a fuckin drink and roll me a blunt.
    Let the downtown nigga do a little something ya hoid me?

    Straight out the ninth ward, remember me, it's mr. magic
    I'm here and i'm hittin harder than a heron habit
    Got the world screamin ninth ward, bitch i might drop it
    When i'm driving in st. clause, all my pastors die hard
    Because i made it and i'm keepin' it real
    Every song i scream ninth ward, i could imagine how ya'll people feel
    See my name all over t-shirts
    Walkin with my cd's, coming to concerts
    I can see em pushin in the crowd
    Actin real ignorant, screamin real loud

    (from the nine, niggas don't mind dying
    >from the nine, niggas don't mind dying)
    Huh, huh
    (from the nine, niggas don't mind dying
    >from the nine, niggas don't mind dying)

    Now where my niggas at, what what
    And where the bitches at, what what
    Where my niggas at, what what
    Where my niggas at, what what
    Straight out the ninth ward
    Yeah nigga

    [mr. serv on/(magic)]
    That was aight nigga but uptown run this muthafucka.
    (fuck that shit.
    Fuck that uptown shit.)

    I'm from uptown
    (i'm from downtown)
    I'm from uptown
    (i'm from downtown)
    I'm from uptown
    (i'm from downtown)
    I'm from uptown
    (i'm from downtown)

    What what what
    Nigga shit, nigga you know what, uptown run this muthafucka.
    (man, downtown in this bitch nigga.)
    You now what?
    If you put both of them bitches together
    Alot of money makers and killers nigga.
    (that's right nigga)
    Ha ha, nigga, keep it on the song nigga.
    We all gon die nigga one day we gon die and ride together.
    (uptown and downtown.
    We all represent new orleans in this muthafucka.
    You know what the fuck i'm talkin bout.
    We no limit soldiers nigga)
    What, what, yo nigga.
    It's serv-on throw out to the nwa nigga.
    Rest in peace eazy.
    Ya'll made it real but a nigga like me
    Come along and handle my fuckin' business.
    (yall, it's mr. magic.
    Rest in peace to eazy e.
    Give it up to dj yella, mc ren, ice cube, dr. dre.)

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