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Big Pun( Big Punisher )
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Banned From T.V
Lyricist:Jermaine Baxter, Kasseem Dean, Cameron E Giles, C Jowles, Jason Phillips, Christopher Rios, Victor Santiago, David Styles
N.O.R.E, the movie comin' soon (Timbaland, shut the fuck up) Tryin' to be out in '98, you know? (I'm tryin' to watch this movie) This the real shit (Shut the fuck up) '98, it's ours
Ay yo, ay yo, 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 Walkin' my walk, thugged out orthopedic 'Cuz I'm soon to be up, give me room, watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima, follow the leader Make me go extra hard Yo, nor 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 pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1' weigh a buck 70 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, champagne on the rocks, pour on the fort Knox Lazura Shark salad with cabbage, pork chops and applesauce 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 niggas ransom for money like Johhny Handsome Been sonning niggas 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, kinda 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 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 Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages Cats like to rip places Bloody 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 fuck 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 fuck? You the type that need a wife Thought L O X told y'all the key to life Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Asshole, yo, I don't play around, I lay it down Fuck around, I spray around, flick a biscuit, nigga, risk it My ass, you can kick or kiss it
Ain't no niggas 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 yall (The weed so strong) They gotta put it glass jars Niggas 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, shit is deep) Do they dance with the devil when they sleep? (I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
Shit that they kick in ya ear, when your soul be driftin' in air My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry (And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die) (They say you get what you ask for) So get it 'cuz you asked for it (If a nigga 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, hennesey straight, with tomato juice Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian Now y'all niggas 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 niggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a fuck, what, yo, I save my shit And I don't give a fuck, what, you can save your shit Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas 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 fucked the crew And promised to give us head and swallow too I still say no, no is no, no can doe Ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow Yo, thug shit, thug shit, what, what? What the fuck is the deal? Thugged out entertainment, untertainment l O X, Terror Squad, this shit is fucking official
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