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Pusha T - Текст песни Tick Tock
King Push
 Rizor
 Razor
 (Pusha T)
 Execution
 The devil is a lie.
 You ain't broke bread til you taste the devil's pie
 they say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries
 what better camouflage when the halo's your disguise
 them wings don't fly, your traitor is your neighbor
 at your front porch and he's handing you your paper
 bath robe on but the sword's underneath
 and he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street
 it's the mark of the beast
 the meek shall inherit the earth
 the weak shall inherit the dirt
 you each should have perished at birth
 still born on boarded every street tax gotta come with an audit
 either your life or your loved one's
 street razor or a snub gun from the village what a thug's from
 same corner that you coppin all your drugs from
 he a hero but he un-sung
 I'm the one
 (Raekwon)
 I'm the one, yeah
 ayo homie
 the chambers is 36. the new and improved
 now make a move these guns whistle
 sizzle up dudes who got big mouths and no power
 in front of the bank with no dollars got the nerve to switch crews
 we better than the rest of them. i guess its the estrogen
 and all the money we got we move like the mexicans
 the cartel, compound, a carvel, a large scale and scarsdale
 I fuck with golf now, Shala's ill,
 yeah the coke is fresh straight out of Bermuda yo
 i'm chillin on the beach in boca chica with tuna
 salads and palaces oh, we smoke out them chalices
 passing all balances a bread to the allen since
 1984 was just more
 then we would come through with rifles rockin night boots then war
 a real nigga invention that came from my henchmen who blew up
 now throw the Wu up, that's my redemption
 Drug dealer been that nigga half my life
 drug drug dealer been that nigga half of my life
 you nigga's talk it but you ain't never seen them
 imagine being first name basis with the king pin
 (Ortiz)
 God I was lucifer's neighbor
 you wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper
 moving with lazers on the the roof then make the move
 you meake the paper lose
 lose situation sweat or blood you get to choose what you bath in
 the chemist cook work
 the runners foot work
 the customs took work,
 the soldiers put work in on any of these mother f*ckers
 to f*ck up good work
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 bosses tell em good work, that's just how the hood work
 north face bubble with, 8 bundles under it
 gold front upper smile while I was hugging it
 I lied I wasn't lucifer's neighbor
 he who I'm f*ckin with,
 my mom's threw that snow in her nose but I would hustle it
 champ hoodie mongoose with the pegs
 clap your stoop up, hit mom dukes in her leg
 Thats beef. y'all ain't street,
 y'all peep niggas write it down and try to be niggas
 f*ckin everything. In that heavy swing,
 second hand swept across that pretty bretling
 in that Nissan Honda Chevy thing peddling whatever bring
 feddy in steadily I fed my whole team
 Drug dealer been that nigga half my life
 drug dealer been that nigga half of my life
 you nigga's talk it but you ain't never seen them
 imagine being first name basis with the king pin
 (Pusha T)
 In this art of war, my pink stroke is Picasso
 Niggas get the picture I ain't gotta paint the nostrils
 you know my origin is over when, fat black bitches singing over organs
 die for a dollar. pride you don't swallow
 you say that for the one you buying red bottoms
 yeah, that's the price you gotta pay for it
 all's fair in love and war she mascarade for it
 Wooh! Jack-O-Lantern push,
 trick or treat, f*ck your shit I earned it off the books
 now listen to me vent when you sit and watch it's like tires being spinned
 shots from everywhere but they never make a dent
 knight in shining armor,
 mistake me for the the villain 'cause my vengeance is your karma
 yeah fear is knowing you're a goner
 it's music to my soul 'cause it's death before dishonor
 gone
 (Danny Brown)
 Check
 Got the Tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher
 They used the church money to cop a new Beamer
 Got the heart of a child raised by a prostitute
 Who got his mama the rubbers when the john came through
 It's the microphone Mastadon, great inside the extra stoned
 You ain't getting pussy like your prom date had a chaperone
 Poppin' pills got a nigga's brain like a laberynth
 Brought the ho on purpose but I got the brain in accident
 Nigga I'm your majesty, showed up with a bag of weed
 Rolled a blunt so perfect thought it came up out a factory
 My manuscript leave a man with a baller's dream
 The insomniac with nightmares and 16s
 I'm a wet dream, dry sense of humor
 Travel in class like a highschool rumor
 No one really cares if you embarrased us with style
 Cause when it comes to those raps you be letting us down
 So tell 'em why your mad son
 Gotta get it off your chest?
 Let 'em know how you feel son
 You gotta say what you say
 It don't matter the gon' say you nigga hatin' any way










