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[Intro: Pusha T & DJ tags] (Get familiar) Yeah We been patiently waiting Laughing amongst ourselves Letting you motherfuckers hang yourselves But it's about time the Re-Up Gang emerges Now, you didn't think we was gonna keep letting y'all get away with that bullshit Did you? (Clinton Sparks! Get familiar!) [Verse 1: Pusha T] We take life how it come Sort of like the card game, pluck 'til you tonk, never run See, nine-five here, we bag O's to the crumbs And look at us now, we paddle shifting with our thumbs Laughing, how dreams ain't dreams no more Used to dream of keys 'til the triple-beam would soar Mirages, now anajas(?) with mink on floor The more you upgrade, it numbs you; it means no more It's the R-E -U-P Gang Every night, we sleep tight, the king coil mattress full of 'caine First, the merger; then Jive tried to jerk us And still hit Jacob for double my first purchase Two hundred thou' so easily emerges Should've been fined for fucking the Earth's surface Look at your ice ask yourself what's the purpose You niggas belong in a circus (Ye-ah, can-non) [Verse: 2 Sandman] I tell these beautiful bitches, "Give me space, like an astronaut" Never mind what I drive, look past the yacht Never mind all the rocks, look past the watch Never mind what it cost, 'cause it's cash I got Own land, plenty hills still, abandoned spots Sippin henny in the Bentley playing Crash and cop by the dollar Daddy up, my stash is stocked Got him gasping, steady asking, "Will the mashing stop?" On my chest(?), instrumentals over Or I'm boxed up being drove by chauffeurs; otherwise— I'm in the middle with two bitches while they laugh and giggle Tweaking, repeating; my piece looking like a bag of Skittles No riddles, straight, no chaser, wait Rub you out, Glock rubber grip erase your fate Dark future await, that'll suit ya Cake, like my birthday's every day [Verse 3: Ab-Liva] Liva, the Hustler, still in my glory and Cocaine pushing doors up on Delorean I chronicles how it lured me in Showered fame, it pulled me in Not E, but I touch key, like accordion Touch sleeve with the Ulysses Nardin spin It adjust back and forth single crown lo I was forced to blow my arm out the cost of a Porsche Blew my arm out; like Unitas, I'm the tightest Begging your pardon, the sire, I'm your highness The heir apparent the throne, neck get shown on display Then you connect the dots with the stones The Black Cards, we on a upper echelon Something green, like leprechaun Like the stripe next to the red Black Gucci sport, low cuts, soft bottoms that the mesh is on [Verse 4: Pharrell] Never considered what all this money'll do to me Got white people staring at my jewelry The way that I see it, me and Nigo is the generals You niggas rocking minerals while we rocking emeralds and sapphires, 'cause we in a class higher Soon as you leave, Jacob call you "trash buyer" Instead of just sitting, admitting that you should listen Fucker pay attention to what the fuck you getting Yeah you got a diamond necklace, but what's the buying worth? Look to me like somebody just been buying dirt Shit-talking with no gun, a wildin' jerk Now you dying both: dying broke and dying hurt My security armed with the iron shirt We in Miami, me and my girl, Hawaiian shirts The Enzo? Black as a nigga from Niger Rev the RPMs and it sound like a tiger On and on and on, on and on When the doors open up, it looks like Voltron Yessir [Outro] This is being brought to you by Clinton Sparks and the staff at MixUnit dot com. Get familiar