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From N.y. To N.o. [featuring big punisher] [mr. serv on] Shh....terror squad. Ha ha ha no limit. You know you don fuc*** 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 motherfuc*** biggy sized My motherfuc*** 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 fuc*** bank Nigga ask p, if i ever broke rank, nigga i can't Nigga i come to your muthafuckin town, slap the f*** out of you nigga And surely put a tank on your chest Who the f*** you playin with Nigga why the f*** are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck Nigga what ya'll wanna do, nigga i stay rowdy Nigga i fuc*** up and talked about yall bout it Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't f*** with me I was born not to lose And how the f*** 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 f*** you gon bounce with a nigga like me when you can't take pain Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why i'm fuc*** with pun Nigga so i can get my muthafuckin money, get the fuc*** job done Chorus [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 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 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 Chorus x2 [mr. serv on] Shit. Nigga i done come motherfuc*** 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 f*** 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.
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