Joey Fatts - PushaMan lyrics

[Intro] See this sh**, is gonna take us out the game But there are rules to the house Number one: Never leave this produce in the house Number two: Get your own crew Number three: Gotta have discipline in your crew, trust, gotta be tough on 'em Number four: Don't praise a n***a too much otherwise he gonna think you soft Rule number five: Don't show no love [Verse 1- Joey Fatts] Tell me what you need I got it for cheap But if you see them D's you ain't cop from me First they G's, hit the stand and then they cop a plea So it's just me, just how it supposed to be the pusha man Anything you can't sell I bet this pusha can And anything I can't mail I pack up in the van Don't need a scale n***as eye ballin grams Experience with the chemist been cooking since we was kids Selling white and selling mids I'm the future in this biz They trying to turn out my lights but this hustle never end Police got these n***as changing swear that we were never friends Coke amazing junkies racing just to sniff this sh** again I'm your pusha but when it's beef I'm the butcher Chop a n***a block down it's probably why the cops round Coke dro and other d** for the low When they see me on the go n***as know [Hook: 100s] I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay Everybody wave your hands at the pusha man [Verse 2- F1] I'm a grinder Push it all from cubes to the whole thing Five for the O and Fifteen for the whole thing [Verse 3: 100s] Some say his business is cold in the crime He makes as much as your dentist and roll in Benzes with b**hes Who about his money, don't push the man And everybody slap five with the pusher man Got a phone for the hoes and a phone for the fiends Be it coke, lean, p**y and weed, he got what you need Don't trust a motherf**er, he off in the game alone You ready he'll front and help put you on Pusha man will tell you that it's grown man business If you want to call about some money every ten minutes Fast money non stop, till the clock stop What he got will make a n***a gloc pop in his drop top He the n***a everybody know up in your town The n***a hoes fear when they put their head down The n***a on the block that could cop that for you The n***a up on the block that say I got that for you