Servin' - Esham

I’ma rock this one for the people with no jobs

And the welfare mamas who be sellin' debit cards

Go to church next Sunday 'cause you stressin' kinda hard

Make you throw up both your hands and scream out loud

«Oh my God»

Lord, have mercy, let the preacher bless and pray for me

And I refute you, Satan, please stay away from me

Get your paper up, cake it up, and save it up

I can’t give it up until I get a billion bucks

As the sun goes down and my top still dropped

But it really don’t matter 'cause my Glock stay cocked

You can say what you want, and I still won’t stop

I’ma keep on going 'til I get to the top

Jesus, (Servin') Jesus, save me ('Tis the season to be servin')

Jesus, save me, tsunami tidal waves

And the world going crazy, we living in the last days

You got me working day and night just to try to get it right

It don’t even matter in darkness when you see the light

Slanging the white with the heavenly insight

Serpents quick to fill you with they venom with one bite

It could all come to an end in one night

You could die in a plane flight or a gunfight

Flap my wings and fly away 'cause I don’t wanna die today

Angels falling from above, the whole sky is gray

As the sun goes down and a new day begins

I’ma keep getting paper 'til my last days when

I can’t get no more, I just keep swervin'

It’s the season to be servin'

Jesus, (Servin') Jesus, save me ('Tis the season to be servin')

Jesus, save me, tsunami tidal waves

And the world going crazy, we living in the last days

I’ma rock this one for the people of Iraq

And the soldiers from America that’s never coming back

And the little coke babies who be born and hooked on crack

All the ghettos of America is struggling with that

Lord have mercy let the angels come and take me home

If you forgot to say goodbye, then it’s too late, I’m gone

So if you wanna go to Heaven, what you waitin' on?

Close your eyes and pray to God and keep your faith as strong

As the sun starts setting, countdown to Armageddon

When the flames start rising from Hell, I won’t be sweatin'

You can say what you want, but I know you’re bettin'

That you got a seat right next to God up in Heaven

Jesus-

has taken more food from the mouths of children

More clothing from their bodies has produced more

fornication

Raw sex and lesbianism, living with women

blood of Jesus Christ

Fucked up in the head, fucked up in the head

Fucked up in the head, all fucked up in the head

Fucked up in the head, fucked up in the head

Fucked up in the head, all fucked up in the head

Sittin' all alone, murder’s on my mind again

Countin' paper so long, my hands green like a Heineken

A knock at the door, I heard the shots from a forty-four

They blasted my homie as they ran with guns up in that

Kicked out the window in the back, man, you don’t know me

Ran down the alley like

«Who the fuck? That could’ve been the police»

They would’ve been yellin' «Freeze!»

Instead they tryin' to jack my G’s

But then again, the city streets full of crooked police

I start to panic, I’m headed for my vehicle

They want me dead, but I can’t really see it though

They say the Reaper’s comin' for me, nothin' I can do about it

You wanna ease my pain, brain damage, then I doubt it

I swallow some more of that sizzurp

Now I’m feelin' crazy, think my brain’s gone berserk

Suicidal thoughts, keep 'em locked in my lost vaults

Not commended for children and most adults

The smell alone will kill you, poisonous toxic fumes

Pretty soon I’ma pop your balloon

They tell me don’t go to sleep, I’m into deep thought

I murder motherfuckers at midnight when I sleepwalk

U-N-H-O, I can’t spell that out

'Cause you don’t want me to go there, nigga, flat out

Now get your ass out, before you pass out

You shouldn’t throw rocks if you live in a glass house

Wicket shit I spit, the shit I spit is wicket

My dick is in my pants, when I pulled it out, your mama licked it

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