Текст песни Pushin' (Featuring Scarface & Young Jeezy)

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
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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'