Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Banned From TV, artist - Noreaga. Album song N.O.R.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Militainment Business
Song language: English
Banned From TV |
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 |
Untertainment |
L-O-X, Terror Squad, this shit is fuckin' official |