Re-Up Gang - 20k money making brothers on the corner lyrics

20k money making brothers on the corner [Hook] We sell it raw [Verse 1: Pusha T] It's the Re-Up Gang rollers, yeah you know us Push Ton Key is back with the baking soda Stretch the work in the pot, the powder practice yoga They rap it over their heads The flow is like the pole vault Raisin' the bar, I'm Tiger below par I'm a hidden dragon, I'm crouching tiger with that raw From off beams to Gulfstreams, who f**ing with my golf swings? All you n***as is my offsprings From yay tall I was MJG with that 8 ball A living legend I play them keys with like Ray Charles You can't copy the style, or even trace off They want a Pusha T mardi gras mask like in Face/Off [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] This Re-Up Gang movement it's the album of the year Yeah they still push powder, got talcum everywhere My crooks, my hustles, my thugs, my peers While I G4 flight and my eyes and my ears New chains, new j**els, new custom, new year See the j**els D&Gs LV's on the ? On the jeans, on the sleeves of the shirts I wear See that B-waist when across the hood I stare See I cheer for the bad guys with joice? And the hood it's black tears in my sad eyes I cruise through time barf living the fast light the fast lane Fifth year owe you a pa**-by (I'm moving like) [Hook] [Verse 3: Sandman] If you ever see me Looking in the kitchen you would thing I was some Houdini Get liquor from the rock, life's a b**h It's looking like some sand in the pot All that he see is Franklins while watching the tan drop? ? cord rock band, aqua man watch Choose flawless in upertown ?? ? quarter back to Dolphins Pa** off to my flippers while I'm flossin' And aggravating agitatin' n***as Connected to this swingin' ? Chasin' my treasure Is that enough good math like ? measure I ? the world, double my songs Triple the work, quadruple the guns And I? sell ? [Verse 4: malice] I sidestep the bull like a matador Blaze ? like my sons, yeah at it boy And with you all of ya facades Father so many styles I'm handin' out cigars Yeah, any n***a got a prob? Paint the town red, bullets comin' a barrage Ghetto superstar like I'm Pras Big chain around my neck like I'm fresh off the Amistad I'm not a part of your coke rap genre I put it in the pot it come back like karma Nice with the flip ? since it's genesis And we won't stop till you give us free like the Jena Six [Hook]