[Verse 1: Malice & Fabolous]
Say, dawg, let's not get involved
You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids
Face you with a chrome four that'll lock your legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke
And we got word that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
'Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen
"Goodnight, friend, 'til we meet again
But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again", uh
I never front like I'm something I'm not
But being broke, well, that's just something I'm not
Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me, friend? If they could, they'd kill me, friend
'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it, please
I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease
This guy's in a hurry
Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's your ice cream look like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts
Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac
In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back
The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches
Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's
I got them Teflons to shove in the four
That have undercovers and po' recovering slow
The government know the kid been loving the dough
Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow, Ghetto
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocain"
I turn over 'caine over and over again
Hell, so much clientele
I could lose it all today, be back the next day
Still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures, down, up and aim
I can define death better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and off to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask 'em, Pusha T push a ton
Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run
Yes, I'm holding, whether it's heat or cocaine
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
With money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
Mine's mental, others is made up stencil
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in the rental
I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it
Saran Wrap, Vaseline so they can't sniff it
Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts Bermuda
You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa
[Interlude]
Let me hit that, cuz
Hit that good shit
Damn, this shit some killa, cuz
That's that 'dro-ski woah-ski
Damn right
You think I'm a freeloader, cuz?
Nah, you know, cuz-cuz, man, don't— don't even go there, cuz
You know you my nigga, man
Nah, he— he said you— you said
He said you— you was talkin' 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout you say I'm a freeloader
Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout that baby mama shit, cuz
You know, we was talkin' 'bout in general
All the bullshit that's goin' on right now, cuz
Oh, nah, mane, this bitch crazy, man
I just came over here to talk to you, man
This bitch got me stressed out like a motherfucker, man
I don't even fuck with this bitch, man
You got me payin'—
You got me payin' like I'm payin' for your damn kids
Good lookin' out, cuz
I got you, though, cuz, I got you for all that shit, cuz
Man, don't worry about it, I know you got me
But don't got me, get me
Cuz! Cuz, I know you ain't actin' like that, cuz (Man, I ain't sayin'—)
I know you ain't gon' carry it like that, cuz (I ain't sayin' all that)
I'm not sayin' all that
Come on, cuz, we grew up together, cuz (I know you got me, cuz)
I know you got me, you family, cuz
Cuz, if it— if it's like that, cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz
It's too much shit goin' on, man
Cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz
Killa, it's too much shit that's goin' on right now to be—
I'm sayin' though, cuz, but you gon' carry like that with me, cuz
I'm sayin' like that though, cuz
I'm sayin', we grew up together, man, my— I'm sayin', though, man
Bitch, I know you ain't cryin'!
You p— you cryin'?
It ain't even like that, cuz
It ain't like that, cuz
Roll up
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