Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pusha Man, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Joe Budden, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Pusha Man |
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 |