Banned From Another Club Lyrics - Noreaga

[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]