Comin 2 Serve You

Alright, now lets do this (flesh)-knocc out and flesh, my 
glock to techs, we comin' 2 serve ya (b.g. knocc out)-knocc
 out and flesh, with tha glock cock, and you know i'm 
screamin' murda mo' murda. <2 timez>
Flesh-verse 1
Rippin' up, it's yo' st. clair. takin' money that's 
straight, and gotta kick it, chill. then makin' it real, to
 the pop on my slug for love, i'm gonna feed you with b.g. 
knocc out drop these bullets in a grill for tha skill. 
motha fuckaz with double, meat is when it's on. my fox 
cause to this, is a rock gets clock and a grip now ready to
 rough house.
B.g. knocc out-verse 2
Betta with coppas and his guns. sendin' bodiez off yet, for
 tha redrum, six feet in a ditch is where i'm leaving you 
bitvh-ass niggaz so come, come. mo' victim to tha crome, 
it's on. leavin' bodiez strapped up, and i kill 'em all, 
mo' mo'. bitch-ass niggaz from tha otha side, wanna try me,
 come rock. 'cause the nigga don't know.
Flesh-verse 3
I really help, can't contain us, bring 'em out. fuck with 
tha sinners and rap shit, kick names out yo' mouth. i'm 
crossin' my nigga and he got rapid. to be killaz that flip,
 every blood drip i pray, like a self diplp souljah boy 
from makin' niggaz. won't grab ??????????, take it from 
here to towhee.
B.g. knocc out-verse 4
That's why i'm here, hit them down with than ak leavin' 
bodiez str8 down in the wrong day. all you niggaz if you 
wanted that shit, can't wait 'till you bitch-ass niggaz 
come my way, to tha hallway, nigga all day. to the peace 
treat, nigga ain't no love. ain't no way in hell, you'll 
buck with b.g. knocc out, flesh, and ah mo' thug, str8 
up.(chorus) <4 timez>
B.g. knoc