Pusha Man - Joe Budden

Man you got to be cool blood

Gotta feel you right here, niggas down for whatever

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 niggas 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, pass 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

When shit 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

Fuck 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

Uhh.

it’s killing 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 «Fuck me» when things get ugly I get gully

Look, a cock 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

Shit back in the day, niggas 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 fag cats is screaming gangsta, something’s wrong right now