big punisher – banned from tv lyrics
n.o.r.e, the movie, coming soon
(timbaland, shut the f-ck up)
trying to be out in ’98, you know [unverified]
(i’m trying to watch this movie)
this the real sh-t
(shut the f-ck up)
’98, it’s ours
ay yo, ay yo, regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
i kick street tales, choking n-gg-s 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-gg-s try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader
make me go extra hard, yo nore should i hold back
or show the repertoire, quit at 16
or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
i show them why it’s so hard to reach us
i get p-ssy with my fathers features
puff heavenly, see me at 6’1″ weigh a buck 70
catch me in spots y’all n-gg-s never be
packed in like green bay, harlem week to queen’s 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 norega, wild gremlins
yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, pour on the fort knox lazura
shark salad with cabbage, pork chops and apple sauce
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
simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
i’ma a bubble-head, i never listen to nothing my mother said
ay yo, i hold n-gg-s ransom for money
like johnny handsome been sonning n-gg-s for so long
i think i got a grandson, my p-ssion is money
a stash and a honey that won’t ask questions but will blast anybody
that’s my kind of girl, kinda of world i want to live in
not a cell or a prison or in h-ll’s armageddon
just a little ghetto where my n-gg-s control the middle
we know the riddles of life where others know only a little
yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
seen my story on 6, 666 pages, wages, i wrote 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 bang it ain’t
b-tch sp-ces, n-gg-s loading up they rib cages
cats like to rip places
bl–dy lip tastes but the cam is in big races?
but i stay in import the pig 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, can we f-ck? you the type that need a wife
thought l.o.x. told y’all the key to life
-sshole, yo i don’t play around, i lay it down
f-ck around, i spray around
flick a biscuit, n-gg- risk it
my -ss, you can kick or kiss it
ain’t no n-gg-s in the world more thorough than this
(bust off)
and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
like 2 thirds of a brick
(paniero and ‘kiss)
and kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the
(back of a whip)
(see the plan is to stash all)
and cash y’all
(the weed so strong)
they gotta put it gl-ss jars
n-gg-s try to smoke me out
(mope 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 the hit)
sh-t that they kick in ya ear when your soul be drifting in air
my gift is half-rotten when i spit it tears
that sh-t’ll drop down my eye, i’m too tired to cry
(and i ain’t never seen a n-gg- that too live to die)
(they say you get what you ask for)
so get it ’cause you asked for it
(if a n-gg- ain’t a thief)
then he better have the cash for it and we gonna
be around ’til ya body rot and if the feds bring us in
we get the same time gotti got
what, what, what, what
yo, yo, ay yo, there’s two ways into the hood, one plain
the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
ay yo, let’s get loose, hennessey straight with tomato juice
queens stallion, my guns, fully italian
now y’all n-gg-s 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-gg-s, 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-gg-s like extra skin on my d-ck
listen to bob marley, you funny n-gg-s like steve harvey
fronting live with a weak army
i play the nice guy too, i’ll smoke wit 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’s mom f-cked the crew
and promised to give us head and swallow too
i still say no, no is no, no can doe
ya, n-gg-s drinking hennessey, drinking my flow
yo, thug sh-t thug sh-t, what, what?
what the f-ck is the deal? thugged out entertainment
untertainment, l.o.x., terror squad
this sh-t is f-cking official
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