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banned from tv
n.o.r.e. moving
shut the f-ck up

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
walkin’ 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 n.o.r.e.
should i hold back or show the repirtore
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, 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 queens day
performing a capella, 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, 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 guagin’, 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
(penaro 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
‘cuz 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 ‘cuz 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 rott
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, hennesey 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

frontin’ 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 babies 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 henneray, drinking my flow

yo, thug sh-t thug sh-t what what
what the f-ck is the deal
thugged out entertainment, entertainment
l-o-x terror squad this sh-t is f-cking official

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