Pusha Man Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening? 

What you mean blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!) 

Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!) 

(Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man) 

Man you got to be cool blood 

Gotta feel you right here, niggaz down for whatever 

[Joe Budden] 

Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it 

Keep the façade that real when you not that real, that's real! 

The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin 

That's tellin me that I bought all these burners for no reason 

Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny tiny eeny weeny snub 

And real niggaz give me love 

Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?) 

I go and cop somethin that only come with a Tripod 

(And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark up 

And white kids got high, off of magic marker 

Back when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger 

They want to be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes 

Blastin the tool, you out of character dude 

You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber 

Who is you tellin them lies to, don't push it to a limit 

to mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH 

[Chorus] 

When shit get thick, clips start to spit (pusha man) 

Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man) 

You need product, I'ma be there, con of the year 

Fuck givin my word, I solemnly swear 

Swear to hold your fort - I solemnly swear 

Keep a straight face in court - I said I solemnly swear 

It's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinct 

I solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance 

[Joe Budden] 

Uhh.. it's killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss 

With a Milli Vanilli award cause they really a fraud 

Milli's applaud if you ain't really my dawg 

I crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no more 

And G.P.s and V.I.P.s 

I be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time's up like O.C. 

Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft 

Cause y'all jerked them for the price, I took twenty percent off 

I don't drive I like shotguns, never pulled L's 

I like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotguns 

Non-descrip's talkin bout they got guns 

Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot guns 

Go 'head act like a gangsta claim to clap like a gangsta 

It's all good fellas, now he rap like a gangsta 

Hate me or love me, dap me or slug me 

Scream FUCK ME but when things get ugly I get gully 

[Chorus] 

[Joe Budden] 

Look, a cock nina should get me a hot beamer 

Settin up shop in the suburbs, I'm gettin that white cream that Noxema 

I'm good at duckin the cops subpoena 

Cats is shook when alone but come tough when the cops are between us 

Stash house was never empty, had the cracks on UP 

Soprano came to see me, got barritoned UP 

Had clientele crazy, every borough I hustled 

Remember back in the day when you had to be thorough to hustle? 

Cats hustle to feed they kin 

Now every combo with a package to try to pitch for some sneakers and Timbs 

Shit back in the day, niggaz looked at jail like school 

Now new jacks is spittin bout jail like it's cool (dawg) 

That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you don't believe it yourself 

Gangsta's real, gangsta speaks for itself 

A lot of gangstas is lifers and they gone right now 

So fag cats is screamin gangsta, something's wrong right now 

[Chorus]