From N.Y. To N.O. Mr. Serv-On (Ft. Big Pun)

[Intro: 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