Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Banned From TV featuring Big Pun, Cam'ron, Jadakiss, Nature & Styles, artist - Noriega. Album song N.O.R.E, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Banned From TV featuring Big Pun, Cam'ron, Jadakiss, Nature & Styles |
banned from TV |
moving |
shut the fuck up Ay Yo, Ay 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 its part of the plan |
i gotta call it like i see it, talk it like i be it |
walkin 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 lerima, follow the leader |
make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back or show the repirtore |
quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers |
i show them why its so hard to reach us i get pussy with my fathers features |
puff heavenly, see me at 6'1"weigh a buck 70 |
catch me in spots yall 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 its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins |
Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks |
pour on the fort knox lazura |
shark salad with cabbage |
pork chops and applesauce |
twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training |
i ain’t playing, i’m truly the worst |
simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed |
uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead |
i’ma a bubble-head, i never listen to nothing my mother said |
ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money |
like johhny handsome |
been sonning 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 |
thats my kind of girl, kinda 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 on 6,666 pages |
wages, i wrote 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 bang it ain’t |
bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages |
cats like to rip places |
bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races? |
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 can we fuck |
you the type that need a wife |
thought L-o-x told yall 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 Ain’t no niggas in the world more thorough than this |
(bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips |
like 2 thirds of a brick (penaro and kiss) |
and kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the back of a whip |
see the plan is to stash all, and cash yall |
the weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars |
niggas try to smoke me out, mope me out |
cuz 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 the hit |
shit that they kick in ya ear |
when your soul be drifting in air |
my gift is half-rotten when i spit it tears |
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 cuz 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 rott |
and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got |
what! |
what! |
what! |
what! |
yo, yo! |
ay yo, there’s two ways into the hood, one plain |
the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain |
ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice |
queens stallion, my guns, fully italian |
now yall 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 |
yall 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, i’ll smoke wit you |
but the realness, i ain’t got no love for you |
thats why i never do a song with you |
not even if your babies mom fucked the crew |
and promised to give us head and swallow too |
i still say no, no is no, no can doe |
ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking 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 fucking official |