Banned from TV (feat. Big Punisher, Cam’ron, Jadakiss, Nature & Styles P)

N.O.R.E, The Movement (c'mon), comin' soon (What? Shut the fuck up) (Trying to watch this movie) Yo, Jungle (shut the fuck up) '98, it's ours (yeah) 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 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers? I show 'em why it's so hard to reach us (why?) I get pussy with my father's features, puff heavily See me at six-one, weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be Packed in (pack it in) like Green Bay, Harlem week to Queens day Performing acapella, no DJ '98 live, no replays (how we do it?) 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 (uh-uh, uh, yeah, yo) Been in rich places, sick places See, my story six thousand, six hundred sixty-six pages Wages, I rolled six aces (what?) 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 (yo) 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 Yo, yo, 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?) Thugged-Out Entertainment (Thugged-Out Entertainment) Undertaiment (Undertaiment) Fuck it, L-O-X, Ruff Ryders (L-O-X, Ryders), What? (What? What? What? What? What?) Terror Squad (Terror Squad) This shit is fuckin' official right here