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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 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 follo |
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