Banned From NY

[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Mic check 1-2 , 1-2 In school I walked the halls with a sharp pencil Now I'm drawing a pistol, let a nigga do a bitch move Or let a bitch move I'm shitting Wiping my ass with em like tissue And then I gotta flush em see Remy really don't love em Same shit different toilet, so like a plum I'd hate to plunge her And If a nigga got some trees and a nice piece of lumber And could make some paper than I might just fuck him And If I stick em , than I stuck em Like a chicken I'll pluck em Gave him some scrambled eggs Now he walking so I duck him Niggas got bubblegum blow Pop broads like Rem some sorta sucker Put some money on that bitch and I bet you I Lady Luck her If she want a problem , cause a uproar or a ruckus It's never nothing for me to quickly Timberland chuck her Dead in the middle of ground zero I'm like a Superhero, female Joe Pesci, Al Pacino modern day Robert De Niro Defend my niggas that do murders like Robert Shapiro Drink Malibu, pineapple juice and puff piff by the pillow Forreal tho, Tell my flow ain't so crazy Just shot at yo crib Not where you live but where you lay yo baby And lately I been spittin on some I'm real yo Conceited shit To me chicks is like dicks I'm quick to tell em beat it bitch You hang around boxers, but your no tough cookie You only get hard when your around pussies I do chick greasy K Sleazy know my M.O Why you runnin round like please, please listen to my demo I'm in a new MB bitch and I'm buggin at the windows With the tints, limo black cause I'm blowing down the Indo You may stunt round them other broads But you don't want it with Rem tho Take your posters down on some petty shit like my nigga N-O I ain't saying that you garbage You better stuck where you started You could neva ever ever ever be Ms.Martin I flow retarded, You can't stand to see me I know you was wishing I was really banned from TV That still wouldn't stop me from talking reckless on mixtapes, and CD's FM, XM, Satellite, and DVD I'm remarkable it don't matter who I'm talking to They all flow mediocre and they faces ain't marketable Look ma you need more than some shades and some shiny lips For me to believe you a rapper, and you really can spit That you even next to me, Do yall hear this bitch? I wish I was Foxy right now I don't wanna hear this shit You need to fuck back, I know you been sneaking round back You and your weave is loose I can see your tracks You ain't fire , no bitch you ain't poppin You a burning sanitation truck, ma you hot garbage You a bum bitch, you hear the trumpets It's the Queen of NY, Remy Ma And I ain't nothing to fuck with Rem!