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Bun B
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Pushin' (Featuring Scarface & Young Jeezy)
Lyricist:Bernard James Freeman, Jay Jenkins, Brad Jordan, Curtis Mayfield, Jr., Leroy Williams
Pushin' Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin'
Well, it's the king of the hover trade, and the sergeant of snow They call me, Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire Before they hid it in the gas tank or the tire, tire Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car and mashed out
Now, ask a nigga, that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday Turkey Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga, was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin'
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm 'bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop, Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga, on his hustle 'bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether, but fuck it, shit sold
Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' Keep on pushin'
One day you're here, the next day you're gone 'Cuz some nigga, set you up on the phone Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yes she ride that shit I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yes she ride that shit
I hustle harder, I hustle smarter Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind It's snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine
My watch is, ears beggin' for attention A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'ma do what the gangstas do, and nigga keep pushin'
Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin'
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