[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
N***a, what up, what up, huh?
N***a what?

[Mr. Serv-On]
From NY to NO, motherfucker biggy sized
My motherfuckin platinum, n***a this is for sho
Yall don't know
N***a Pun represent Terror Squad, I represent the tank
Ya need to go to the drive, to hustle get the small change
N***a we got the fuckin bank
N***a ask P, if I ever broke rank, n***a I can't
N***a I come to your muthafuckin town, slap the fuck out of you n***a
And surely put a tank on your chest
Who the fuck you playin with
N***a why the fuck are ya'll scared when you see the tank around my neck
N***a what ya'll wanna do, n***a I stay rowdy
N***a 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
N***a let's play a game of family fued
One, never see my real name
Two, how the fuck you gon bounce with a n***a like me when you can't take pain
Three, it ain't nuttin, that's why I'm fuckin with Pun
N***a so I can get my muthafuckin money, get the fuckin job done
[Chorus: Big Pun & Mr. Serv-On]
Big stun with the big guns
Serv-On get yo swerve on
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]

[Outro: Mr. Serv On]
Shit
N***a I done come motherfuckin two thousand miles
Just to make you bitch ass n***as understand
Uh, Terror Squad, No Limit
Ha ha, real shit n***a
Ha ha, soldiers, players
This n***a here
I got the biggest muthafuckin man on the coast n***a
Pun n***a, you fuck alot, I blast alot
Put that together n***a, ain't nothin but money baby
And number one and a fifties
You bunch of bitches
Bitch ass n***as out there
Craig B