Young Black essentially sneaks in the back door with a solo track called I’m Fresh. Unfortunately, for him this is the track where you start to get bored with the slabs, candy paint, and tinted windows rhetoric and realize that you’ve heard this somewhere before. But there is good news: the album ends rather uneventfully, with 2 more tracks that you forget as soon as they’re over. The bad news is that that the album ends rather uneventfully, with 2 more tracks that you forget as soon as they’re over.

Slim Thug is actually one of the good guys in the industry, and he’s to be commended for giving his crew such a good look on this album. But, as is the case with many crew albums, this one is spread a bit thin with recycled cliché lyrics and a general lack of substance, style and inspiration. I doubt that even true Houston north-siders will ride to it, simply because it sounds way too polished compared to the now classic Swishahouse mixtapes that made Slim Thug Already Platinum. I give him an A for effort, but Serve and Collect is probably not the first impression that the Outlawz were hoping to make.