Mr. Serv-On, Big Pun - From N.Y. To N.O. lyrics

Shhterror 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?

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 muthafuckin 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 fued
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 muthafuckin money
Get the fuckin job done

Big stun with the big guns
Serv-On get yo swerve on
New York to New Orleans
Shit is doper then morphine
Hit the streets gettin more creme
Making all the hoes scream x2

Ey man but the hardcore created of
The side of momma boritore
Why keep all the war
Shit store to seperate corridors
Songs drippin the art of war
Sympanies by morely more
We got it all, pore
The squad follows the protocall
Speakin of protocall, I'm the protocall
When you go to war
Cause my death count amount to war overall
So don't abort you can't handle the rock
I'm be standing a block
If you just hand me the Glock
I be the rock like enro, Glock like wino
Eye bumped
When your glocked get the drop top demo
What's the problemo, dose of espanol
Anything is stutterin is Pun, the da, da
No Limit, scared to death
You ain't got no hair in your chest
My shit is Chuck Norris
You look like two bears having sex
Gots it outta here
Like Samson I generate my power
And you outta here
I was around with two hundred bottles of beer
It ain't fair whoever said life was sweet
Your wife with cheat
Everything was nice in the streets
Advice of the week
Pack the biggest bottles of the
Pills on the shelf
And swallow the muthafuckers cause you
Better off killin yourselves

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 muthafuckin 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