Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pusha, artist - Afu-Ra. Date of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pusha |
| Show me, which one of y’all is bold |
| Which one of y’all wanna roll |
| It just too many rocks in the road |
| Worldwide my crash staff like a hustla |
| And I’m flying in the planes, reading Hustler |
| Word life, it’s all about the game |
| It’s all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya name |
| Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same |
| And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain |
| My love for the music, is all that I got |
| It’s like, cooking a meal, with one ingredient in the pot |
| I got my hands on a life long bundle |
| Since '93, I’ve been working up in the jungle |
| I never clock out, I gotta finish my bundle |
| All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yup |
| Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yup |
| Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on |
| I live for this music, die for this music |
| I’m why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up |
| Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down |
| Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for |
| Standard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptable |
| I show you how to collect you a lot of decimals |
| I’m a walking acronym, rollin' so faster |
| O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters |
| Oh my, N.E., I did it with No Em |
| Me in the SS Monte looking So Slim |
| S.G.'s; |
| Shootin' Guns like a soldier |
| While you looking So Grim, 4−4 |
| Go off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., nigga |
| Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo Bitch |
| Cuz, she eyed me, five for the A-side |
| The B-side; |
| three, you see how it be |
| Rappin' 'em acronym’s, backin' 'em backwards |
| Rappers up to the wall, clap 'em up, kill 'em all |
| Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up |
| Ship it out, bring the buzzin' out, that’s what this |
| Shit about |
| Whatever’s clever, I guess it’s back to the basics |
| I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix |
| My mind’s stick stone, lyrics to build an empire |
| And how to capitalize, on the entire |
| Roll for dollars and cents, it’s fucked up |
| I do this for money, but if I didn’t, I be hungry |
| And like I said, music’s all that I got |
| And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock |
| I’m proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot |
| Realize it’s coming, from the way a brother voice drop |
| Now I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the stars |
| Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far |
| And all I know, I’m coming from a culture |
| Life without independence, is like a torture, yup |
| Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupu |
| Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on |