Joe Budden - Pusha Man Lyrics
Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?What you mean blood?I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!)Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!)(***** you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man)Man you got to be cool bloodGotta feel you right here, niggaz down for whatever[Joe Budden]Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do itKeep the facade that real when you not that real, that's real!The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefinThat's tellin me that I bought all these burners for no reasonCome, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny tiny eeny weeny snubAnd real niggaz give me loveBesides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?)I go and cop somethin that only come with a Tripod(And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark upAnd white kids got high, off of magic markerBack when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is biggerThey wanna be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homesBlastin the tool, you out of character dudeYou not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriberWho is you tellin them lies to, don't push it to a limitto mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH[Chorus]When shit get thick, clips start to spit (pusha man)Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man)You need product, I'ma be there, con of the year***** givin my word, I solemnly swearSwear to hold your fort - I solemnly swearKeep a straight face in court - I said I solemnly swearIt's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinctI solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance[Joe Budden]Uhh.. it's killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the bossWith a Milli Vanilli award cause they really a fraudMilli's applaud if you ain't really my dawgI crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no moreAnd G.P.s and V.I.P.sI be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time's up like O.C.Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went softCause y'all jerked them for the price, I took twenty percent offI don't drive I like shotguns, never pulled L'sI like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotgunsNon-descrip's talkin bout they got gunsLike tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot gunsGo 'head act like a gangsta claim to clap like a gangstaIt's all good fellas, now he rap like a gangstaHate me or love me, dap me or slug meScream ***** ME but when things get ugly I get gully[Chorus][Joe Budden]Look, a ***** nina should get me a hot beamerSettin up shop in the suburbs, I'm gettin that white cream that NoxemaI'm good at duckin the cops subpoenaCats is shook when alone but come tough when the cops are between usStash house was never empty, had the cracks on UPSoprano came to see me, got barritoned UPHad clientele crazy, every borough I hustledRemember back in the day when you had to be thorough to hustle?Cats hustle to feed they kinNow every combo with a package to try to pitch for some sneakers and TimbsShit back in the day, niggaz looked at jail like schoolNow new jacks is spittin bout jail like it's cool (dawg)That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you don't believe it yourselfGangsta's real, gangsta speaks for itselfA lot of gangstas is lifers and they gone right nowSo fag cats is screamin gangsta, something's wrong right now[Chorus]
