one you're fulfilled At the end of the day Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant Come on master and servant
you anymore There is nothing I could say That I haven't thought before Serve the servants - Oh no (x4) That legendary divorce is such a bore Serve the servants
Here I am A young man Come and get me if you can Up in my room covered in flames Meet me at the cinema You can take me in your car I'll lie in the
You’ve got to take your mind off him But not with aspirins You won’t You won’t let your family in Like smoke your body comes Through the gaps in the
hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, str8 up.(Chorus) B.G. Knocc Out-Verse 5 I'm comin' 2 serve ya, serve ya. I'm screamin
Can you end their tiny prophecy? Have the only other lies in trusting all again? Listen to the baby sigh It's only happening the boiling rose of love
Yeah oh Listen baby See there's this girl that I know and she's more, yea More than average, she's a perfect ten Don't really know how to handle someone
Yo, it's alright girl I understand how you feel You ain't gotta lie to yourself It's easier to see Listen Baby it's official, I'm tired of lookin' at
It serves me right to suffer It serves me right to be alone It serves me right to suffer, suffer It serves me right to be alone, alone Because the life
serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man I'm tellin' you, I don't like it I'ma be honest man, honest? I'm dead up, I'm serious, serious? I don't feel
Yo J, you bought this bitch's food Yo, these bitches ain't payin' for shit They up here eatin' and gettin' ready to plan To go to somebody else's house
of the hour Watchin' girls takin' a shower I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners I get ill, serve
Hey baby I don't want to be kind of direct, but I like I think I like that's your hair If it is your hair I don't want to sound kind of different, but
hours in a college dorm With a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the cults The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve
South Bronx, New York Is it live, live, live, live, live? Is it live, live, live, live, live? Is it live, live, live, live, live? I heard your CD is
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know What I've been going through to make my own, yeah Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upset music