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[Intro - Pusha T] No, no, no I told you, I live this shit (*echoes*) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin Spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper I'm not you, Pusha [Pusha T] I keep that zip-lock bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious To break the fiends fixes, one give you the sniffles The other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the Vaseline, so I can Fulfill my dreams of pastures of green More cash then ya seen, With an Aston that's green Me drivin up fast with the lean, zonin family Keep young'ns in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Wreckless ass, God forbid they don't crash From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling Brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, Ya know what I'm about, blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out [Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line] Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it I could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take a lot of shots, A.I. style Jada - the name is filthy, but so what The motherfuckin game is filthy, you know what My mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the caine the built me So I, could never hate on another brother God is great, the Devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate [Rosco P. Coldchain] I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex N Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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