[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
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