N.O.R.E. Lyrics

14. Banned From Another Club

Featuring Final Chapter

[Sho of Final Chapter] 
Thugged Out Militia - 2001 

[Sho] 
Now put your cards on the motherfucking 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 fuck 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, fuck major bitches 
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, bitch, fuck the don 
You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on 
and I'm a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck 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]

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