V-Dr (T&E Theme)-N.O.-SYO

V-DR - N.O.-SYO [Mr. Serv On] Shh....Terror Squad. Ha Ha Ha, No Limit. You know you don f**ked up right? Ha Ha, Pun. S-E-R uh V. Ni**a, what up, what up, huh? Ni**a what? [Mr. Serv-On] From NY to NO, motherf**ker biggy sized My motherf**kin platinum, ni**a this is for sho Yall don't know Ni**a Pun represent Terror Squad, I represent the tank. Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change Ni**a we got the f**kin bank Ni**a ask P, if I ever broke rank, ni**a I can't Ni**a I come to your muthaf**kin town, slap the f**k out of you ni**a And surely put a tank on your chest Who the f**k you playin with Ni**a why the f**k are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck Ni**a what ya'll wanna do, ni**a I stay rowdy Ni**a I f**ked up and talked about yall bout it Yall don't know me, that's why yall can't f**k with me I was born not to lose And how the f**k it gon hit me between this b**ch, I choose Ni**a let's play a game of family fued One, never see my real name Two, how the f**k you gon bounce with a ni**a like me when you can't take pain Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why I'm f**kin with Pun Ni**a so I can get my muthaf**kin money, get the f**kin 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 Sh*t 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, sh*t 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 sh*t 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 muthaf**kers cause you better off killin yourselves [Chorus x2] [Mr. Serv On] Sh*t. Ni**a I done come motherf**kin two thousand miles. Just to make you b**ch a** niggas understand. Uh, Terror Squad, No Limit. Ha ha, real sh*t ni**a. Ha ha, soldiers, players. This ni**a here. I got the biggest muthaf**kin man on the coast ni**a. Pun ni**a, you f**k alot, I blast alot. Put that together ni**a, ain't nothin but money baby. And number one and a fifties. You bunch of b**ches. B**ch a** niggas out there. Craig B.