Whiteboy - Pusha Man lyrics

[Intro] Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening? What you mean blood? I got what you need (Pusha man n***a!) Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!) (f** you thought?) Oh sh**, watch out for thug (Pusha man) Man you got to be cool blood Gotta feel you right here, n***as down for whatever [Verse 1] Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it Keep the façade that real when you not that real, that's real! The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin That's telling me that I bought all these burners for no reason Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny-tiny eeny-weeny snub And real n***as give me love Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?) I go and cop something that only come with a Tripod (And the) Old school is puff puff, pa** the spark up And white kids got high, off of magic marker Back when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger They wanna be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes Blasting the tool, you out of character dude You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber Who is you telling them lies to, don't push it to a limit To mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH [Hook] When sh** get thick, clips start to spit (pusha man) Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man) You need product, I'mma be there, con of the year f** giving my word, I solemnly swear Swear to hold down the fort - I solemnly swear Keep a straight face in court - I said I solemnly swear It's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinct I solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance [Verse 2] Uhh.. it's k**ing me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss With a Milli Vanilli award cause they really a fraud Milli's applaud if you ain't really my dawg I crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no more And G.P.s and V.I.P.s I be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time's up like O.C Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft Cause y'all jerked them for the price, I took twenty percent off I don't drive I like shotguns, never pulled L's I like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotguns Non-descrip's talking bout they got guns Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot guns Go 'head act like a gangsta, claim to clap like a gangsta Saw Goodfellas, now he rap like a gangsta Hate me or love me, dap me or slug me Scream "f** me" when things get ugly I get gully [Hook] [Verse 3] Look, a co*k nina should get me a hot Beamer Setting up shop in the suburbs, I'm getting that white cream that Noxema I'm good at ducking the cops subpoena Cats is shook when alone but come tough when the cops are between us Stash house was never empty, had the cracks on up Soprano came to see me, got baritoned up Had clientele crazy, every borough I hustled Remember back in the day when you had to be thorough to hustle? Cats hustle to feed they kin Now every combo with a package to try to pitch for some sneakers and Timbs sh** back in the day, n***as looked at jail like school Now new jacks is spitting bout jail like it's cool (dawg) That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you don't believe it yourself Gangsta's real, gangsta speaks for itself A lot of gangstas is lifers and they gone right now So f*g cats is screaming gangsta, something's wrong right now [Hook]