Banned From TV - Noreaga, Jadakiss, Cam'Ron

N.O.R.E the movie coming soon

Timbaland, shut the fuck up

Tryna be out in '98, you know

I’m tryna watch this movie, this the real shit

Shut the fuck up, '98, it’s ours

Ayo, ayo

Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail

I kick street tales, choking niggas like I’m Sprewell

Golden State, holding your fate in the palm of my hand

Blow you away like it’s part of the plan

I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it

Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic

'Cause I’m soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up

Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima

Follow the leader, make me go extra hard

Yo N.O.R.E.

should I hold back or show the repertoire

Quit at sixteen or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers

I show them why it’s so hard to reach us

I get pussy with my father’s features, puff heavily

See me at 6'1″, weigh a buck 70

Catch me in spots y’all niggas never be

Packed in like Green Bay, Harlem week to Queens day

Performing acapella, no DJ

'98 Live, no replays, make it seem easy

So tell a friend to tell a friend that it’s them again

Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins

Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus

Shark salad with carrots, pork chops and applesauce

Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in

Pump the shotty guaging, hit the shorty while he potty training

I ain’t playing, I’m truly the worst

You’ll be the first to get his whole body fully reversed

Uzi ya hearse, leave you double-dead, I’m a bubble-head

I never listen to nothing my mother said, ayo

Ayo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome

Been soning niggas for so long, I think I got a grandson

My passion is money, a stash and a honey

That won’t ask questions but will blast anybody

That’s my kind of girl, kind of world I want to live in

Not a cell or a prison or in Hell’s Armageddon

Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle

We know the riddles of life where others know only a little

Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places

Seen my story, 6,666 pages, wages

I rolled six aces and at the same dice games

I caught six cases, all over big faces

Now it’s tipped laces, ready to dig faces

But the banger ain’t a bit spacious

Niggas loading up their rib cages, cats like to rent places

Bloody lip taste it, but Cam is a big racist

But I stay imported, big places

But the world know the girl though, I fuck her off a furlough

She’ll be up, hook me up, all your sales could be luck

Only question for these ducks is, «Baby girl could we fuck?»

You the type that need a wife

Thought L-O-X told y’all the key to life, asshole

Yo I don’t play around, I lay it down, fuck around, I spray a round

Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it, my ass you can kick or kiss it

Ain’t no niggas in the world more thorough than this

Bust off and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips

Like two thirds of a brick, (Paniero) and 'Kiss

The kiss the crystal white fluffy part that’ll (come back quick)

(See the plan is to stash all) and cash y’all’s

(The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars

Niggas try to smoke me out the (moke me out)

'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out

(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)

Do they dance with the Devil when they sleep?

(I wake up gripping the air, wishing to hear)

Shit that they kick in your ear when your soul drift in the air

(My gift is half-rotten when I’m spitting some tears

That shit’ll drop down my eye, I’m too tired to cry)

And I ain’t never seen a nigga that’s too live to die

(They say you get what ya ask for) so get it cause you asked for it

(If a nigga ain’t a thief) Then he better have the cash for it

(And we gon' be around till ya body rot)

And if the Feds brung us in we get the same time Gotti got

Yeah, nigga!

Ayo, there’s two ways into the hood, one plain

The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain

Ayo let’s get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice

Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian

Now y’all niggas recognize medallions

I play the best hood, O-T with Tim Westwood

Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good

Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could

And I don’t give a fuck what, yo I save my shit

And I don’t give a fuck what, you can save your shit

Y’all niggas like extra skin on my dick

Listen to Bob Marley, y’all funny niggas like Steve Harvey

Fronting live with a weak army

I play the nice guy too and even smoke with you

But the realness, I ain’t got no love for you

That’s why I never do a song with you

Not even if your baby moms fucked the crew

And promised to give us head and swallow too

I still say low, no is no, no can do

Ya niggas drinking Haterade, drinking my flow

Yo, thug shit thug shit what what

What the fuck is the deal, Thugged Out Entertainment

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