Say man I don't give a f**k about the FEDs
D E A A T F Task Force Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'
Well it's the king of the hover trade
And the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr Killa Gram in
Case yo a** ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow
When you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight
But they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before
The Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it
In the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherf**ker
Even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man)
And mashed out (For real)
Now ask a ni**a that was
Doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a
Rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a
Holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in
Case a ni**a try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus
I played it out of state
Either way a ni**a was
Known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down
But it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall
But a ni**a gotta keep on pushin'
I feel you Bun
I feel you Young
I mean I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic
I'm headed for out of town
What I was sellin' for twenty
Niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic
Measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but f**k it
That's how it is sh*t
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur
Texas I work it in the Lones
I'm a little ni**a on his
Hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen
And I was only payin' five
A week went by
And a ni**a took that dry
Back to H-Town
With re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then
I stretched it for nine more
Whoa I'm that ni**a bakin'
With holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin'
That ether but f**k it sh*t sold
Ay no matter how hard it get you know I'mma:
Real talk real niggaz
Do real things you know they: (CHEEAAA)
You already know
Free Pimp C ni**a (LIFE NI**A)
U G K for motherf**kin' life
U S D A ni**a C T E ni**a (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz
You know they niggaz
Keep on pushin' ni**a (PUSHIN)
G A niggaz you know they already:
Real niggaz do real things ni**a
You already know ni**a
C T E ni**a
Rap-A-Lot records (AYE AYE AYE)
One day you're here
The next day you're gone (WHAT )
Cuz some ni**a set
You up on the phone (DAMN)
Sh*t I play it how I go
I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me sh*t ni**a
I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars
Or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time
I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white
Choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money
But I swear this sh*t stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet
A hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box
In the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down
A** b**ch to dry that sh*t
Look I-T a ni**a yea she ride that sh*t
Hey I hustle harder
I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried
To whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time
Ahead of my grind
Look at snowman b**ch
It's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like damn
My ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck
In case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes
So motherf**ker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do
And ni**a keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
