Banned from the Radio

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's real, right now Alexander the Great [Chorus] Ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo [Verse 1] Ayo, Brooklyn bitches call me Slim, chrome rims Doing a buck 50, getting head from Lil' Kim I was born on Staten Island, where them cops got shot And the block is always hot, Godbodies got it locked like Fort Knox We headliners, M-16 designers C.E.O., slash, crime rhymers No matter where you hide, my infered'll find ya Blind ya, get you paranoid like ganja The messenger, rhyme editor, walk like a predator The streets is like a jungle Crawling with scavengers with silencers That'll pop your watermelon, who you telling, what you selling? Yo, nobody, peace to 9th Prince, so stop yelling For God's sake, y'all niggas is coke heads Amped off of snow flakes, I'm on the paper chase Flee the scene without a trace Dipped down in black, it was me and the Ghostface Army fatigued down, busting rounds at you clowns I'm Kool like Moe Dee, so "How the fuck Ya Like Me Now?" My underground sound that breaks the compound [Chorus] Ayo, I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo [Verse 2] Ayo, I gave Moses the power to split the Red Sea By any means, licking cannons at my enemies Army fatigues, ducking behind trees I'm a Prince overseas My hair is wooly like Jesus with bronze feet, true indeed The way I be rhyming I'ma blow like the marine bombings Sound the alarming, ain't no telling, what I be harming Supreme magnetic state of mind, guns I design Wave the nine to your spine for dropping dimes Staten Island villains Police taking flicks, I'm moving bricks making millions Cameras in the buildings The Granddaddy Flow has got a brand new bag The Thief of Baghdad, running with C-hags Your style is played and old school like flattops or shags Opponents lose chances they never had Stapleton outlaws, street pharmacists Shootouts in front of the drug store Godbless America, running through red lights Breaking laws, we hardcore, bucking down the jaw And leave 'em spinning on the ground like old school b-boys Breakdancing on the floor, nowaday I speak directly from the heart Sparks from the .357 light up the dark Running from NARCs We was just kids back then, smoking weed and just rhyming in the parks [Chorus] Ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo Ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo I'm banned from the radio But still, I bust shots through your stereo The hood wanna know, what's the scenario? I'm still hustlin', fuckin' with the yayo, ayo