Artist: Mr. Serv-On f/ Big Punisher Album: Da Next Level Song: From N.Y. To N.O Typed by: ahlvahroe@gmail.com [Mr. Serv On] Shh....Terror Squad Ha Ha Ha, No Limit You know you don fucked up right? Ha Ha, Pun S-E-R uh V Nigga, what up, what up, huh? Nigga what? [Mr. Serv-On] From NY to NO, motherfucker biggy sized My motherfuckin platinum, nigga this is for sho Yall don't know Nigga Pun represent Terror Squad, I represent the tank Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change Nigga we got the fuckin bank Nigga ask P, if I ever broke rank, nigga I can't Nigga I come to your motherfuckin town, slap the fuck out of you nigga And surely put a tank on your chest Who the fuck you playin with Nigga why the fuck are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck Nigga what ya'll wanna do, nigga I stay rowdy Nigga I fucked up and talked about yall bout it Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't fuck with me I was born not to lose And how the fuck it gon hit me between this bitch, I choose Nigga let's play a game of Family Feud One, never see my real name Two, how the fuck you gon bounce with a nigga like me when you can't take pain Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why I'm fuckin with Pun Nigga so I can get my motherfuckin money, get the fuckin job done [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Big Pun] Big stun with the big guns [Serv-On] Serv-On get yo swerve on [P + S-O] New York to New Orleans [P + S-O] Shit is doper then morphine [P + S-O] Hit the streets gettin more cream [P + S-O] Makin all the whores scream [Big Pun] Ain't nuttin but the hardcore created inside of my laboratore Why keep all the war, shit stored in separate corridors Songs drippin the Art of War, Symphonies by Marley Marl We got it all, pa', the squad follows the protocol Speaking of protocol, I'm the protocol, when you go to war Cause my death count amount to more overall so throw the ball - you can't handle the rock I'll dismantle your block if you just hand me the glock I'm ready to rock like n'roll, glock like wino Pop up in your block in the drop top limo What's the problemo, throw some espaņol in it Niggaz stutterin its Pun, and na, na No Limit Scared to death, you ain't got no hair on your chest My shit is Chuck Norris, look like two bears having sex That's a lot of hair like Samson I generate my power there and you outta here I'm worse than Raul with two hundred bottles of beer It ain't fair whoever said life was sweet Your wife wouldn't cheat, everything was nice in the streets Advice for the weak, grab the biggest bottles of the pills on the shelf And swallow the motherfuckers cause you better off killin yourself [Chorus] [Mr. Serv-On] Shit Nigga I done come motherfuckin two thousand miles Just to make you bitch ass niggas understand Uh, Terror Squad, No Limit Ha ha, real shit nigga Ha ha, soldiers, players This nigga here I got the biggest motherfuckin man on the coast nigga Pun nigga, you fuck alot, I blast alot Put that together nigga, ain't nothin but money baby And number one and a fifties You bunch of bitches Bitch ass niggas out there Craig B.