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"Banned From TV"

N.O.R.E the movie coming soon
Timbaland, shut the f*ck up
Tryna be out in '98, you know
I'm tryna watch this movie, this the real sh*t
Shut the f*ck up, '98, it's ours

[Verse 1: Nature]
Ayo, ayo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking n*ggas 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*ggas 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 pus*y with my father's features, puff heavily
See me at 6'1", weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all n*ggas 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]
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 n*ggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been soning n*ggas 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 n*ggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
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
n*ggas 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 f*ck 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*ck?"
You the type that need a wife
Thought L-O-X told y'all the key to life, as*h*le
Yo I don't play around, I lay it down, f*ck around, I spray a round
Flick a biscuit, n*gga risk it, my ass you can kick or kiss it

[Verse 4: Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Ain't no n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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*t is deep)
Do they dance with the Devil when they sleep?
(I wake up gripping the air, wishing to hear)
sh*t 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*t'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry)
And I ain't never seen a n*gga that's too live to die
(They say you get what ya ask for) so get it cause you asked for it
(If a n*gga 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, n*gga!

[Verse 5: Noreaga]
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 n*ggas 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*ggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a f*ck what, yo I save my sh*t
And I don't give a f*ck what, you can save your sh*t
Y'all n*ggas like extra skin on my di*k
Listen to Bob Marley, y'all funny n*ggas 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*cked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say low, no is no, no can do
Ya n*ggas drinking Haterade, drinking my flow

[Outro: Noreaga]
Yo, thug sh*t thug sh*t what what
What the f*ck is the deal, Thugged Out Entertainment
L-O-X, Terror Squad, this sh*t is f*ckin' official

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