Remy Ma - Banned From NY lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Mic check 1-2 , 1-2 In school I walked the halls with a sharp pencil Now I'm drawing a pistol, let a n***a do a b**h move Or let a b**h move I'm sh**ting Wiping my a** with em like tissue And then I gotta flush em see Remy really don't love em Same sh** different toilet, so like a plum I'd hate to plunge her And If a n***a got some trees and a nice piece of lumber And could make some paper than I might just f** him And If I stick em , than I stuck em Like a chicken I'll pluck em Gave him some scrambled eggs Now he walking so I duck him n***as got bubblegum blow Pop broads like Rem some sorta s**er Put some money on that b**h and I bet you I Lady Luck her If she want a problem , cause a uproar or a ruckus It's never nothing for me to quickly Timberland chuck her Dead in the middle of ground zero I'm like a Superhero, female Joe Pesci, Al Pacino modern day Robert De Niro Defend my n***as that do murders like Robert Shapiro Drink Malibu, pineapple juice and puff piff by the pillow Forreal tho, Tell my flow ain't so crazy Just shot at yo crib Not where you live but where you lay yo baby And lately I been spittin on some I'm real yo Conceited sh** To me chicks is like dicks I'm quick to tell em beat it b**h You hang around boxers, but your no tough cookie You only get hard when your around pussies I do chick greasy K Sleazy know my M.O Why you runnin round like please, please listen to my demo I'm in a new MB b**h and I'm buggin at the windows With the tints, limo black cause I'm blowing down the Indo You may stunt round them other broads But you don't want it with Rem tho Take your posters down on some petty sh** like my n***a N-O I ain't saying that you garbage You better stuck where you started You could neva ever ever ever be Ms.Martin I flow retarded, You can't stand to see me I know you was wishing I was really banned from TV That still wouldn't stop me from talking reckless on mixtapes, and CD's FM, XM, Satellite, and DVD I'm remarkable it don't matter who I'm talking to They all flow mediocre and they faces ain't marketable Look ma you need more than some shades and some shiny lips For me to believe you a rapper, and you really can spit That you even next to me, Do yall hear this b**h? I wish I was Foxy right now I don't wanna hear this sh** You need to f** back, I know you been sneaking round back You and your weave is loose I can see your tracks You ain't fire , no b**h you ain't poppin You a burning sanitation truck, ma you hot garbage You a bum b**h, you hear the trumpets It's the Queen of NY, Remy Ma And I ain't nothing to f** with Rem!