[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Pusha Ton or you can call me "ZipLock"
Yellow with the blue make green when the coke drop
Fifteen years old cookin' raw rock
Mama gettin' mad cause I was f**in' up her gold pots
Drug dealer, been that n***a half my life
Mongoose bicycle, I was stuffin' junkie pipes
Graduated now I get it for the askin' price
'Me no speaky English' if your f**in' cash is right
Dey know yayo
Pedro, Louise, Lee Lee. Me Amigos
Oh! You n***as talkin' but you ain't never seen them
Imagine bein' on first name basis with the kingpin
You middle-mannin' and I'm touchin' the hands of the growers
From Texas to Tijuana, motherf**ers know us
Dryer sheets line the trunk to disguise the odor
Your price is low but I bet my number shorty lower
[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Liva n***a heater man
Nickname, the Cheetah man
Like Ishmael with fishscale
Got it off that Peter Pan
Rob Peter, paid Paul
Played soft, faced loss
Oz I pitch, like a friendly game of baseball
Trade off cars with the tops off
Blaze off, grown man the paper player
Never turn that chase off
Young n***a sold dope, sold soap
Sold hope, bottled in that capsule
n***a, got it from my old folk
10 Crack Commandments, see. Listen to the old GOAT
Louis this, Gucci that. Labels hold them logos
Learn from the old pros, prison is a no-go
New tires low-pro, shopping up at SoHo
BBC, PlayCloths, Jays on, days old
Five pair, one tied, retro with the lace hole
24s sittin' high, chrome with the brake holes
Re-Up Gang run it, it ain't over til we say so
[Verse 3: Sandman]
Just when you thought it was safe
f** a shark, there's a k**er whale in the water
Disturbin' the sh** outta order
If you swim you get slaughtered, and I say, "Ooh!"
I say, "Food! Fools in this school am I"
I'm droppin' this sh** too quickly
Let me slow up, who am I?
Fat daddy dough stack, Philly's mayor
A big "Thank you" to all my haters
For fuelin the fire
My burning desire inspires the mongrels to keep spittin
I'm rippin through tires, spin
Got to keep that, sh** is real brah
Where I'm from is the home of cop k**as
215 610 267 1,492 you eight bucks short
15 will get you 3, i'll let you owe me neena
You burn me for that bread, I'll act like I never seen ya
Can speak for my n***as, they felonize misdemeanors
Forever how they die, when they see ya. It's real
[Verse 4: Malice]
Now look how I got it, the cars and the cribs
I done sign on the dotted, Re-Up is a partnership
The four of us and we come as the Apocalypse
Hands down "We the best" I'm a narcissist
Me and my b**h, we out in Ball Harbor
She spendin' my money. I'm hot and I'm bothered
I hop in the Taga peel out Ocean Drive
Nice breeze, at the top, sippin' on coladas
Dope Boy Fly sh** of which I am a part of
Where we all get chips and evade Estradas
Party on South Beach
Privé and Madonna
We ain't worry about nothin'
Hakuna Matata
Pay your lawyer well, rea**ure yourself
Like black gold, this Re-Up thing's an oil well
Trick on your b**h, I'm sure she will enjoy Chanel
Or that R350, that shoulda overwhelm