"COMING 2 SERVE YOU"
FLESH-N-BONE featuring B.G. Knocc Out

B.G. Knocc Out:
Alright, now, let's do this.
[Cocking of gun.]

Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin' to serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin' murder, mo murder.

Flesh:
Runnin' up hits off St. Clair, takin' niggas that dwelled in Cali, kick it, chill, they're makin' it real, take a puff of my spliff and allow me to feature with B.G. Knocc Out, droppin' these bullets in your crib with the steel, and you muthafuckas would (...?...) still bitches sell rocks that clockin' a grip, and I made it.  (...?...) 

B.G. Knocc Out:
Bailin' with choppers and handguns, sendin' bodies up dead full of redrum, six feet in a ditch is where I'm leavin' you bitch-ass niggas, so come, come fall victim to the chrome.  It's on.  Leavin' bodies stacked up in a funeral home.  Ho-bitch-ass niggas from the other side wanna try to come and ride, 'cause the nigga got dough.

Flesh:
I really hope you can (?), and don't fuck with this innocent rap shit.  Keep names out your mouth.  Come and cross 'em one day, and then he'll cut your (?).  See me killas that flip everyday, trip and pray, like yourself then for most of the way found the MAC and dig his own grave, tic-tac-tackin' from head to toe, hey.

B.G. Knocc Out:
Spray any nigga down with the AK, leavin' bodies dragged out in 'em all day.  All you niggas, if you workin' that shit, can't wait 'til you bitch-ass niggas come our way to the hallway, nigga, all day.  Fuck a peace treaty, nigga.  Ain't no love, ain't no way in Hell you can fuck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and the Mo Thugs, straight up.

Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin' to serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin' murder, mo murder.

B.G. Knocc Out:
I'm comin' to serve you [serve ya], I'm screamin' mo murder [mo murder], hopin' you die.  Don't ask me why, 'cause you deserve to [deserve to] get your cap peeled back to the back.  Put to a nap, with the automatic strap, had to bust a cap with the all-black gat to take a nigga straight up off the map.  That's how feel about any nigga that's willing to deal, willing to ill, with a nigga like Knocc off on the block with the glock cocked, 'cause I'm willing to kill.  Niggas soft, like a disease drop to your knees, and gimme your cheese, thinkin' that you get with these?  Nigga, please.

Flesh:
 See, ya steadily takin' a loss in the nine, oh no, (?) and I'm layin' up in 'em if I can, be the masterplan, slip in your mind, so push the forty-four magnum, zipped 'em, holdin' this open, I blast, they creep in the woods, they peeped in the window, nigga, better leave the scene.  Sip up gin, get up the party back in, it figures we clown, here to get scandalous, rippin' the city, so I'm fin to put 'em in to purchase a pound, (...?...) the round when I grab pump-pump cocked, glock shot ya by the gang, yo let off the bullet, rang, still the same--we comin' to drop ya.

Flesh:
  Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin' to serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin' murder, mo murder. 

 Flesh:
I ponder niggas in evil schemes, lil' Knocc Out here to help me, it's on, as we shinin' infrared beams, celebrate the victory, runnin' with a flawless, gonna keep doggin', playa haters fallin', never stood a chance up against the Flesh maulin'.  Nigga send 'em to their maker.  I'm the man.  You really don't wanna test.  Yet these niggas wanna to press they luck, fuckin' with the Fifth Dawg, show no love, except for my game, run and I tame, hope you know the name, gotta remain Mo Thug.  Came and deliver my slug, hit and spill his blood, yeah, that's what I'm gonna serve ya, chasin' muthafuckas with the gun, get him on the run, but there's no escapin' a bloody mo' murder.

B.G. Knocc Out:
Pullin' the triggers on niggas, 'cause little did they know they can't hang with the Mo Thug gang.  Soon as you run up, I'm pullin' my gun up to your dome, it's on, gotta blow out your brain.  Come to your spot with the hot glock, bodies for the block, pop pop pop, niggas never gon' stop, fuck with Knocc, I'm ready, your spot, with the glock, lettin' off shots, niggas gon' drop to the pave, put 'em in a grave, let him dwell in Hell and be the devil's slave.  The clip and the trigger are sendin' that ass up the river, nigga, try and miss me, hey.  Say, nigga Knocc and Flesh got glocks and TECs and comin' to serve ya, swerve to the curb, flippin' off that chronic and burb, nigga, it's time to murder.

Flesh:
Big niggas, Knocc-Knocc and Flesh, got glocks and TECs, we comin' to serve ya.
B.G. Knocc Out:
Knocc-Knocc and Flesh with the glock cocked, and you know we're screamin' murder, mo murder.

Flesh:
Murder, mo murder.