Letra de Banned From TV - N.O.R.E.

(Feat. Nature, Big Pun, Cam’ron, The LOX)

Trying to watch this movie

Yo, Jungle

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 'em why it's so hard to reach us

I get pussy with my father's features, puff heavily

See me at six-one, weigh a buck seventy

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, yo

Champagne on the rocks, sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus

Shark salad with carrots, pork chops and applesauce

Twin connection, disrespect and watch your body cave in

Pump the shotty guage in, hit the shorty while he potty training

I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst

He'll be the first to get his whole body fully reversed

Uzi your hearse, leave you double-dead

I'm a bubble-head

I never listened to nothing my mother said

Ayo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome

Been soning niggas so long, I think I got a grandson

My passion is money, a stash and a honey

That won't ask no questions but'll 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

And know the riddles of life where others know only a little

Yo, been in rich places, sick places

See, my story six thousand, six hundred sixty-six pages

Wages, I rolled six aces

And at the same dice game, I caught six cases

All over big faces

Now it's tipped laces, ready to dig faces

But the Bing, it ain't a bit spacious

Niggas loading up they rib cages, cats like to rip places

Bloody lip tasters, Cam is a big racist

But I stay important, big places

But the world know your girl though, I fuck her off a furlough

Should 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'll spray a round

Flip a biscuit, nigga, risk it

My ass, you can kick or kiss it

Ain't no niggas in the world you know thorough than this

Bust off and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips

Like two thirds of a brick, Paniero and 'Kiss

The crystal white fluffy parts that'll come back quick

See, the plan is to stash all, cash y'all's

The weed so strong, they gotta put it in glass jars

Niggas try to smoke me out then 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 spit, it's a tear

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 you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it

A nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it

And we gon' be around 'til your body rot

And if the Feds brung us in, we'd get the same time Gotti got

Nigga

Ayo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain

The other smoking chronic like straight to the brain

Yo, let's get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice

Queens stallions, buy guns from the Italians

Now y'all niggas recognize medallions

I play the best hood, OT 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 say my shit

And I don't give a fuck, what? You can save your shit

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick (Uh-huh)

Listen to Bob Marley, y'all funny niggas like Steve Harvey

You 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'll 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 no, no is no, no can though

Y'all niggas drinking Haterade, drinking my flow, yo

Thugged Out

Real motherfucking shit right here

Thug shit right here, motherfucker

Motherfucking thug shit right here (Thug shit, what?)

Fuck is the deal? (What?)

What the fuck is the deal?

What the fuck is the deal?

What? What? What?

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