Joey Fatts - PushaMan Lyrics
feat. 100s & F1[Intro]See this shit, is gonna take us out the gameBut there are rules to the houseNumber one: Never leave this produce in the houseNumber two: Get your own crewNumber three: Gotta have discipline in your crew, trust, gotta be tough on 'emNumber four: Don't praise a nigga too much otherwise he gonna think you soft.Rule number five: Don't show no love[Verse 1- Joey Fatts]Tell me what you need I got it for cheapBut if you see them D's you ain't cop from meFirst they G's, hit the stand and then they cop a pleaSo it's just me, just how it supposed to be the pusha manAnything you can't sell I bet this pusha canAnd anything I can't mail I pack up in the vanDon't need a scale niggas eye ballin gramsExperience with the chemist been cooking since we was kidsSelling white and selling mids I'm the future in this bizThey trying to turn out my lights but this hustle never endPolice got these niggas changing swear that we were never friendsCoke amazing junkies racing just to sniff this shit againI'm your pusha but when it's beef I'm the butcherChop a nigga block down it's probably why the cops roundCoke dro and other drugs for the lowWhen they see me on the go niggas know[Hook]I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybayI'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybayI'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybayI'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybayEverybody wave your hands at the pusha man[Verse 2- F1]I'm a grinderPush it all from cubes to the whole thingFive for the O and Fifteen for the whole thing
