[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Yeah, 'bout as real as they come
Still pushing base like an African drum
The only other hands that it touched before Young
Was a Guala out of Dallas with shag like Tum Tum
Back to the hood where niggas started detoxing
Till I hit them corners with that motherfucking sheet rock
The rollers back bitch, the seal's on the back bitch
The six-three highlights the difference like an asterisks
Yes, the Re-Up Gang never dies
Soda makes the brick multiply
Push tons of monster with the pie
Keep water from the villain
Remember what it did to them gremlins?
Oh God, street wars when the heat warms up
In summertime niggas know what's up
Heavy armor, heavy drama, heavy karmas
We the reason haters scared of us fucking they baby mamas
[Hook: Block McCloud]
Soon as this product hits the street
You know they will be strung
They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum
Listen, it's addiction hey
You know we got 'em hooked like fiends
They open like trunk
They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum
Listen, It's addiction, hey
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, I told Pusha, I told Mal
That Vinnie move more white shit than a snowplow
Everybody knew the Guinea was so foul
The SKS with the bayonet, oh wow!
I'll rob everything and leave you with a hungry gut
The hollow tips leave you looking like you got a Gumby cut
You think you fucking with the god, then you's a funny fuck
Rambo knife cut your stomach like a tummy tuck
All you see is darkness when the gun burst
The G36 melt your brain like a Pun verse
I act wild but I handle my funds first
I'm drunk all the time, blood quenches the son thirst
I don't talk about the money I got
Because if money want my money then money get shot
Rap shit don't work? Then I dumb on the block
With Pusha and Mal cooking up the jums in the pot
[Hook: Block McCloud]
Soon as this product hits the street
You know they will be strung
They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum
Listen, It's addiction hey
You know we got 'em hooked like fiends
They open like trunk
They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum
Listen, It's addiction
[Verse 3: Malice]
Still with the coke man, same as it ever was
Re-up gang, we the shame of America
Eighties hysteria, the 'caine be my legacy
The feds got our names, they hang us in effigy
Best believe it come back like it never left
I write rhymes but I'll bet I'd make a better chef
They can't wait for it to dry, they like it better wet
And I'm heavy with the D like Eddie F
I whip it good, real good then I let it rest
Then I scrape the sides then I let 'em test
Yes, I got weight like Creatine
A gym star hit that chopping block like a guillotine
Nahmean? Sitting on chrome rims
Not only paper, we stack brick like Stonehenge
Go against us? Haters got no wins
I trust no one and I don't need no friends
[Hook: Block McCloud]
Soon as this product hits the street
You know they will be strung
They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum
Listen, it's addiction hey
You know we got 'em hooked like fiends
They open like trunk
They'll be dancing to the beat of this drum
Listen, it's addiction, hey
