[Mr. Serv On]
Shh....Terror Squad.
Ha Ha Ha, No Limit.

You know you don $#&@ed up right?
Ha Ha, Pun.
S-E-R uh V.

^!$$%, what up, what up, huh?
^!$$% what?


[Mr. Serv-On]
From NY to NO, mother$#&@er biggy sized
My mother$#&@in platinum, ^!$$% this is for sho

Yall don't know
^!$$% Pun represent Terror Squad, I represent the tank.
Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change

^!$$% we got the $#&@in bank
^!$$% ask P, if I ever broke rank, ^!$$% I can't
^!$$% I come to your mutha$#&@in town, slap the $#&@ out of you ^!$$%

And surely put a tank on your chest
Who the $#&@ you playin with
^!$$% why the $#&@ are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck

^!$$% what ya'll wanna do, ^!$$% I stay rowdy
^!$$% I $#&@ed up and talked about yall bout it
Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't $#&@ with me

I was born not to lose
And how the $#&@ it gon hit me between this (*##$, I choose
^!$$% let's play a game of family fued

One, never see my real name
Two, how the $#&@ you gon bounce with a ^!$$% like me when you can't take pain
Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why I'm $#&@in with Pun

^!$$% so I can get my mutha$#&@in money, get the $#&@in 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

%#@! 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, %#@! 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 %#@! 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 mutha$#&@ers cause you better off killin yourselves

[Chorus x2]


[Mr. Serv On]
%#@!.

^!$$% I done come mother$#&@in two thousand miles.
Just to make you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s understand.
Uh, Terror Squad, No Limit.

Ha ha, real %#@! ^!$$%.
Ha ha, soldiers, players.
This ^!$$% here.

I got the biggest mutha$#&@in man on the coast ^!$$%.
Pun ^!$$%, you $#&@ alot, I blast alot.
Put that together ^!$$%, ain't nothin but money baby.
And number one and a fifties.
You bunch of (*##$es.

(*##$ $$# ^!$$%s out there.
Craig B.