[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 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



Chorus

[Big Pun]

Big stun with the big guns

[Mr. Serv-On]

Serv-On get yo swerve on

[Mr. Serv-OnBig Pun]

New York to New Orleans

Shit is doper then morphine

Hit the streets gettin more creme

Making all the hoes scream x2



[Big Pun]

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 follow