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lirik lagu banned from n.y. – remy ma

mic check 1-2, 1-2
in school i walked the halls wit a sharp pencil
now im drawin a pistol let a n-gg- do a b-tch move
and let a b-tch move im sh-ttin wiping my -ss wit them like tissue

and then i gotta flush ’em see really remy dont love ’em
same sh-t different toilet so like a plumb i get to plungin
if a n-gg- got some trees and a nice piece of lumber
and can make some paper then i might jus f-ck ’em

and if i stick ’em then i stuck ’em like a chicken i’ll pluck ’em
gave him some scrammbled eggs now he hawkin so i duck ’em
n-gg-z got bubble gum blow pop broads like rem some sorta sucka
put some money on that b-tch and i bet u i lady lucka

if she want a problem call her uppa on some ruckus
its neva nothin 4 me to quick them timberland chukkas
dead in the middle of ground zero, im like a super hero
female joe pesci, al pacino, modern day robert dinero
stiffin my n-gg-z that do murdaz like robert shapiro
drink malibu, pineapple juice and puff piff by the pillow forillow

tell me my flow ain so crazy, since i shot yo crib
not where u live, but where u lay yo baby
and lately i been spittin on some real “yo im conceited” sh-t
to me chicks is like d-cks, im quick to tell ’em “beat it b-tch”
u hand around boxers but ur no tough cookie
u only get hard when ur around p-ssies

i do chicks greasy, k-sleezy know my m-o
while u runnin round like “plz plz listen to my demo”
im in a new mb b-tch and im foggin up the windows
wit the tints limo black cuz im blowin down the indo
u may stunt round them otha broads but u dont want it wit rem doe
tear ya posters down on some petty sh-t like my n-gg- n.o.

i ain sayin that u garbage, u betta spark where u started
but u can neva neva, eva, eva be ms.martin i flow retarded
u cant stand to see me, and i know u wishin i was really banned from t.v.
that still wouldnt stop me from talkin wreckless on mixtapes and cd’s
fm, xm, satelite, and dvds

im remarkable, it dont matter who im talkin to
they all flow mediocre and they faces ain marketable
look ma u need more then some shades and some shiny lips
for me to believe u a rapper and u really can spit
that u ain no where next to me, do yall hear this b-tch?
i wish i was foxy right now “i dont wanna hear this sh-t”

u needs tha f-ck back, i know u been sneakin round back
u and ya weave is loose, i can see ya tracks
u ain fire b-tch u ain poppin
u a burnin sanitation truck ma u hot garbage
u a bumb b-tch, u hear the trumpets, its the queen of ny
remy ma and i ain nothin to f-ck wit

- remy ma

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