Curb Servin'

Uh
Give it up

Creep, creep, creepin' up on ya
From the blindside, fool, I'ma put 'em on ya
Back in effect, 'Zect to wreck and don't take
The whole thirty-six ounces, here, nigga, check it
Get down, get down
With the real MCs when I step the fuck up now
How many niggas must I kill, play hardcore

Before I start tossin' tapes out the window?
One, two, three million MCs
Everybody's claimin' they Gs, nigga, please
More like soup, chicken 'cause half of y'all are scarier
Than Barney on Andy Griffin, why you trippin'?
Talk the talk, walk the walk, matter of fact

Break yourself for perpetratin', you in violation
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum, 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?)
Would the defendant please rise for the sentence?

I hereby, true to these streets
Am chargin' all of y'all niggas guilty of the first degree (bitch)
See, far too long I done stood on this 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 your punk ass off, I'm curb servin'

(Burn the house up)
Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, nigga
(I'll break you off somethin', what?)
Heat it up, rock it, gots to make my profit
(Burn the house up)
Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, nigga
(I'll break you off somethin', what?)
So what you need? What you need, motherfucker?

Now what's up, nigga? I got them double-ups crackin'
Servin' all these fake-ass radical pro-Black niggas (oh yeah)
Y'all be killin' me softly, talkin' that talk, G (oh)
Nigga, where was y'all around the time of the peace treaty?
I'ma be one of the first out shootin'
When it comes time for this so-called revolution

So you niggas need to quit (quit)
And play like El Melvin and the Blue
Notes, miss me with that shit (bum)
Not just saggin', wavin' my flag and
Fuck Bill Clinton, I'm still packin'

AK-47s, mini-14s
'Cause guns rule everything around me, fuck the cream
Never would I, woulda or coulda put it to rest
'Cause these lil' niggas leak out just to get a rep
Look, brr, stick 'em, down another victim (what?)

Better him than me, that nigga shoulda had his pistol (fuck him)
Grip pump, tucked, ready to bust
'Cause now all remains is ash to dust
Now y'all say it's a Black thing, well, shit, I'm with it
But you better tell them lil' niggas on my block that shit (tell 'em)

Got the hood hotter than hot, cars drive by
Got me sweatin' (sweatin'), double-
Checkin' (checkin'), rubberneckin' (what?)
Increase the peace, fuck that, increase the heat (why?)
'Cause when it boils down, it's either him or me
I'm curb servin', haha

(Burn the house up)
Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, yeah
(I'll break you off somethin', what?)
Heat it up, rock it, gots to make my profit
(Burn the house up)
Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, nigga
(I'll break you off somethin', what?)
So what you need? What you need, motherfucker?

Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun
Here I come (What?), Here I come (come)
Best to duck from the lyrical ex-criminal
Gettin' physical off the instrumental, tell me
Where you gon' go? Where y'all gon' hide? (Nowhere)
When I get to dumpin' these verbal drive-bys? Shit

I'm sendin' niggas into spasms after battles
Chasin' rappers like the middle balls
On Phantasm (here I come, here I come)
I'm comin' at 'em, smackin' 'em, steady attackin' 'em (attackin' 'em)
Like Nicole Sims to guard your Adam's apple (sis')
Ain't no escapin', this janky lyricist kickin' this, rippin' this
When I finish this, you'll be like, "Oh, shit"

Run, Charlie, run
Fuck what y'all sayin', them Mass
Circle niggas ain't playin' (yes, sir)
I'm tearin' niggas new assholes
Fuckin' up the party as if I was Butch on the Little Rascals (uh)
I'm takin' it back to the streets (why?)
'Cause niggas done gone Hollywood on WC

Must be the money that's makin' me clown (what?)
'Cause like Rolls-Royce, motherfuckers is goin' down (we goin' down)
So like Patrice, now I'm rushin' they spot, settin' up shop
With jams like these and a forget-me-not
So if you ever get the urge for that pure uncut
My shit is guaranteed to get you fucked up, WC, I'm curb servin'

(Burn the house up)
Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, nigga
(I'll break you off somethin', what?)
Heat it up, rock it, gots to make my profit
(Burn the house up)
Now it's poppin' like a firecracker, nigga
(I'll break you off somethin', what?)
So what you need? What you need, motherfucker?