From N.Y. To N.O. lyrics

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Fiend


[Intro: Mr. Serv On]
Shh....Terror Squad
Ha Ha Ha, No Limit
You know you don f*cked up right?
Ha Ha, Pun
S-E-R uh V
n*gga, what up, what up, huh?
n*gga what?

[Mr. Serv-On]
From NY to NO, motherf*cker biggy sized
My motherf*ckin platinum, n*gga this is for sho
Yall don't know
n*gga Pun represent Terror Squad, I represent the tank
Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change
n*gga we got the f*ckin bank
n*gga ask P, if I ever broke rank, n*gga I can't
n*gga I come to your muthaf*ckin town, slap the f*ck out of you n*gga
And surely put a tank on your chest
Who the f*ck you playin with
n*gga why the f*ck are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck
n*gga what ya'll wanna do, n*gga I stay rowdy
n*gga I; f*cked up and talked about yall bout it
Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't f*ck with me
I was born not to lose
And how the f*ck it gon hit me between this b*tch, I choose
n*gga let's play a game of family fued
One, never see my real name
Two, how the f*ck you gon bounce with a n*gga like me when you can't take pain
Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why I'm f*ckin with Pun
n*gga so I can get my muthaf*ckin money, get the f*ckin job done
[Chorus: Big Pun & Mr. Serv-On]
Big stun with the big guns
Serv-On get yo swerve on
New York to New Orleans
sh*t 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, sh*t 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 sh*t 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 muthaf*ckers cause you better off killin yourselves
[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Mr. Serv On]
sh*t
n*gga I done come motherf*ckin two thousand miles
Just to make you b*tch ass n*ggas understand
Uh, Terror Squad, No Limit
Ha ha, real sh*t n*gga
Ha ha, soldiers, players
This n*gga here
I got the biggest muthaf*ckin man on the coast n*gga
Pun n*gga, you f*ck alot, I blast alot
Put that together n*gga, ain't nothin but money baby
And number one and a fifties
You bunch of b*tches
b*tch ass n*ggas out there
Craig B
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