Mr. Serv-on - From N.y. To N.o. Lyrics
[mr. serv on]Shh....terror squad.Ha ha ha, no limit.You know you don *****ed 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, mother*****er biggy sizedMy mother*****in platinum, nigga this is for shoYall don't knowNigga pun represent terror squad, i represent the tank.Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small changeNigga we got the *****in bankNigga ask p, if i ever broke rank, nigga i can'tNigga i come to your mutha*****in town, slap the ***** out of you niggaAnd surely put a tank on your chestWho the ***** you playin withNigga why the ***** are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neckNigga what ya'll wanna do, nigga i stay rowdyNigga i *****ed up and talked about yall bout itYall don't know me, that's why yall can't ***** with meI was born not to loseAnd how the ***** it gon hit me between this *****, i chooseNigga let's play a game of family fuedOne, never see my real nameTwo, how the ***** you gon bounce with a nigga like me when you can't take painThree, it ain't nuttin, that's why i'm *****in with punNigga so i can get my mutha*****in money, get the *****in job doneChorus[big pun]Big stun with the big guns[mr. serv-on]Serv-on get yo swerve on[mr. serv-on/big pun]New york to new orleansShit is doper then morphineHit the streets gettin more cremeMaking all the hoes scream x2[big pun]Ey man but the hardcore created of the side of momma boritoreWhy keep all the war, shit store to seperate corridorsSongs drippin the art of war, sympanies by morely moreWe got it all, pore, the squad follows the protocallSpeakin of protocall, i'm the protocall, when you go to warCause my death count amount to war overall, so don't abortYou can't handle the rock, i'm be standing a blockIf you just hand me the glockI be the rock like enro, glock like winoEye bumped, when your glocked get the drop top demoWhat's the problemo, dose of espanolAnything is stutterin is pun, the da, daNo limit, scared to death, you ain't got no hair in your chestMy shit is chuck norris, you look like two bears having sexGots it outta here, like samson i generate my power and you outta hereI was around with two hundred bottles of beerIt ain't fair whoever said life was sweet, your wife with cheatEverything was nice in the streets, advice of the weekPack the biggest bottles of the pills on the shelfAnd swallow the mutha*****ers cause you better off killin yourselvesChorus x2[mr. serv on]Shit.Nigga i done come mother*****in two thousand miles.Just to make you ***** ass niggas understand.Uh, terror squad, no limit.Ha ha, real shit nigga.Ha ha, soldiers, players.This nigga here.I got the biggest mutha*****in man on the coast nigga.Pun nigga, you ***** alot, i blast alot.Put that together nigga, ain't nothin but money baby.And number one and a fifties.You bunch of *****es.***** ass niggas out there.Craig b.
