N.O.R.E. – Banned From TV Lyrics

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[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: Nature]
Aye yo, aye yo, 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 Abdul 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 heavenly, 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

[Verse 2: Big Pun]
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 guagin', hit the shorty while he potty trainin'
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'mma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
I hold niggas ransom for money, like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' 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, kinda 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


[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story, 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 loadin' up their rib cages
Cats like the rib places
Bloody lip taste it, but Cam is a big racist
But I stay in import the pig 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 around, flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
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
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part that'll come back quick
(See the plan is to stash all) and cash y'all
The weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, 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 grippin' the air, wishin' they hear
Shit that they kick in ya ear
When your soul be drifting in air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit its a tear
That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry
And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die
They say you get what you 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 gonna be around til ya body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

[Verse 5: Noreaga]
Aye yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
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, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey
Frontin' 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 no, no is no, no can doe
Ya niggas drinkin' Haterade, drinkin' my flow
Yo, thug shit thug shit what what
What the fuck is the deal, thugged out entertainment
Untertainment
L-o-x, Terror Squad, this shit is fuckin' official

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