Capone -n- Noreaga - Banned From TV lyrics

Banned from TV N.O.R.E Moving Shut the f** up Ay Yo Ay yo Regardless of rain or snow sleet or hail I kick street tales choking n***as 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 n***as 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 p**y with my fathers features Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all n***as 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, disrespect 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 n***as ransom for money Like Johnny handsome Been sonning n***as for so long I think I got a grandson My pa**ion is money, a stash and a honey That won't ask questions but will blast anybody That's 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 n***as 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 six thousand six hundred and sixty six 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 b**h spaces, n***as 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 f** 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 f** You the type that need a wife Thought L-o-x told y'all the key to life a**hole, yo I don't play around I lay it down f** around, I spray around Flick a biscuit, n***a risk it My a**, you can kick or kiss it Ain't no n***as 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 y'all The weed so strong, they gotta put it gla** jars n***as try to smoke me out, mope me out 'cause the rims on my new joint be poking out I'm about to have no feelings sh** is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit sh** that they kick in ya ear When your soul be drifting in air My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears That sh**'ll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry And I ain't never seen a n***a that too live to die They say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it If a n***a 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 y'all n***as 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 n***as, we eat as much as we could And I don't give a f** what! yo I save my sh** And I don't give a f** what! you can save your sh** Y'all n***as like extra skin on my dick Listen to Bob Marley, you funny n***as like Steve Harvey Frontin' live with a weak army I play the nice guy too, I'll 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 babies mom f**ed the crew And promised to give us head and swallow too I still say no, no is no, no can doe Ya n***as drinking henneray, drinking my flow Yo, thug sh** thug sh** what what What the f** is the deal Thugged out entertainment Untertainment L-o-x Terror squad This sh** is f**ing official