Esham - Servin' lyrics

He knows he's go to (Servin')
Don't ask him not to oh my, oh my  (Servin')

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 (O oh)