N.O.R.E. - Banned From Another Club (feat. Final Chapter) Lyrics
[Sho of Final Chapter] Thugged Out Militia- 2001 [Sho] Now put your cards on the mother*****ing table and see whats, what Give life the dick hard she a slut That will make her feel it in her gut Then I move to my career So ***** your perspective, your thoughts get neglected Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section I know you clown niggaz must be kidding This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision This rap shit turn five to sixth sense's I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census Major factor, nigga not a major actor Deal with major niggaz, ***** major *****es Who else but the sho god Open up the book, shit will never be closed Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where Ever we go y'all niggaz know [Chorus 1: Final Chapter] From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back It's a wrap, thugged out rule that I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us It's a wrap, thugged out rule that Don't want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats It's a wrap, thugged out rule that Everywhere we go we get tested at a show We let everybody know I'm let everyone know we shut it down (It's a wrap) [Chorus 2: Final Chapter] Banned from another club again... again But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) Banned from another club again... again But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) [Noreaga] Yo, papi and I'm banned from the Roxy Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky I hold records N.O most connected My died arm strong, your pass intercepted Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong We goin' drink smirnoff, *****, ***** the don You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on and I'm a foul nigga *****, I could ***** you moms You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild and I would hate to have to, break your face bone For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones Hit niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go [Chorus 1] [Al Gado] I'm the wrong person to love, easy to judge and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a grudge Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain an still flow lovely Get on stage and get gully I'm never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. (Hate me or love me) that's your altermatum The devil price my soul, I still ain't pay him But usually they love me, walk in the club an make the crown look like they playing rugby Ripe show's on a fradulent stage No matter what y'all say, we living all of our days spit fire, no matter what the margin pays Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days show us love [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2]
