Pushin

[Chorus]

Pushin', keep on pushin'

I've got to keep on pushin'

[Intro: Bun B]

Say man I don't give a fuck about the feds

D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys

Or your local neighborhood robbers

Baby I got to keep on pushin'

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Well it's the king of the hubba trade and the sergeant of snow (snow)

They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)

I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)

Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough

I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)

Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)

Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box

We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)

Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three

On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me

Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)

Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)

I did the city thing plus I played it out of state

Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight

Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger

Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'

[Interlude: Scarface]

I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you

[Verse 2: Scarface]

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down

Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town

What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggas sellin' for ten

So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends

My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz

And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit

I got an ounce about to cut it into stones

Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones

I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise

I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five

A week went by, and a nigga took that dry

Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine

A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed

I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more

Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door

Crummy niggas sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold

[Interlude: Jeezy]

Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma…

Real talk, real niggas do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA)

You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)

U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)

You know them Houston niggas you know they niggas keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)

G.A. niggas you know they already…

Real niggas do real things nigga you already know nigga

C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records, let's get it! (AYE, AYE, AYE)

[Verse 3: Jeezy]

One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)

Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)

Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own

You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)

Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)

Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)

I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)

Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)

Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring

Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)

You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit

Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit

Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)

Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)

I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind

Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)

See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)

A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention

You niggas actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'

I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)