Styles P - Banned From TV lyrics

[Intro] N.O.R.E the movie coming soon Timbaland, shut the f** up Tryna be out in '98, you know I'm tryna watch this movie, this the real sh** Shut the f** up, '98, it's ours [Verse 1: Nature] 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 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 n***as 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 p**y with my father's features, puff heavily 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 it's them again, Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins [Verse 2: Big Pun] 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 I hold n***as ransom for money like Johnny Handsome Been soning 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, 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 n***as control the middle We know the riddles of life where others know only a little [Verse 3: Cam'ron] 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 n***as loading up their rib cages, cats to rent 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 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 could 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 a round Flick a biscuit, n***a risk it, my a** you can kick or kiss it [Verse 4: Jadakiss (Styles P)] Ain't no n***as 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 (The weed so strong), they gotta put it gla** jars n***as 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, sh** is deep) Do they dance with the Devil when they sleep (I wake up gripping the air, wishing to hear) sh** 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 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 till ya body rot) And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got n***a [Verse 5: Noreaga] 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 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, y'all funny n***as 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 f**ed the crew And promised to give us head and swallow too I still say low, no is no, no can do Ya n***as drinking Haterade, drinking my flow [Outro: Noreaga] 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**in' official