From Ny To No Lyrics by Mr. Serv-on

From Ny To No 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-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 motherfuckin 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 fuck 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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