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!)
(F*ck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man)
Man you got to be cool blood
Gotta feel you [A7ɾight here, niggaz down for [Dm7]whatever
[Joe Budden]
Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you [A7do it
Keep the façade that ɾeal when you [A7not that ɾeal, that's ɾeal!
The stɾip is hot so I don't hear my [A]foes beefin
That's tellin me that I bought all [Em]these burners for [Dm7]no ɾeason
Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny tiny eeny weeny snub
And ɾeal niggaz give me love
Besides, don't make me feel like [F]you [A7threaten my [A]life God (why?)
I go and [Bm]cop somethin that only come with a Tripod
(And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark up
And white kids got [Fm7]high, off of magic marker
Back when 40s was [Am7]liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger
They want to [C7]be [Am]down, y'all [Em]wannabe [Am]clowns, get a grip homes
Blastin the tool, you [A7out of character dude
You not a felon [C7]or ɾider, you [A7a fellow subscriber
Who is you [A7tellin them [A]lies to, don't push it to [C7]a limit
to [C7]mimic you [A7benefiting to [C7]what, the gimmicks up, BLAH
[Chorus]
When shit get thick, clips start to [C7]spit (pusha man)
Push work wait wet and [Bm]dipstick (pusha man)
You need product, I'ma be [Am]there, con [C7]of the year
F*ck givin my [A]word, I solemnly swear
Swear to [C7]hold your fort - I solemnly swear
Keep a stɾaight face in court - I said I solemnly swear
It's pusha man - incognito [C7]from the feds in the precinct
I solemnly swear to [C7]this game I pledge my [A]allegiance
[Joe Budden]
Uhh.. it's killin me soft, jokers is actin like [F]they ɾeally the boss
With a Milli Vanilli award cause they ɾeally a fraud
Milli's applaud if you [A7ain't ɾeally my [A]dawg
I crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no more
And G.P.s and [Bm]V.I.P.s
I be [Am]O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my [A]time's up like [F]O.C.
Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft
Cause y'all [Em]jerked them [A]for [Dm7]the price, I took twenty percent off
I don't drive I like [F]shotguns, never pulled L's
I like [F]shotguns, hate .22's I like [F]shotguns
Non-descrip's talkin bout they got [Fm7]guns
Like tecs 4-5s and [Bm]shotguns, ɾeally they never shot guns
Go 'head act like [F]a gangsta claim to [C7]clap like [F]a gangsta
It's all [Em]good fellas, now he ɾap like [F]a gangsta
Hate me or love me, dap me or slug me
Scream F*CK 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 [Am7]never empty, had the cracks on [C7]UP
Soprano came to [C7]see me, got [Fm7]barritoned UP
Had clientele crazy, every borough I hustled
Remember back in the day when you [A7had to [C7]be [Am]thorough to [C7]hustle?
Cats hustle to [C7]feed they kin
Now every combo with a package to [C7]tɾy to [C7]pitch for [Dm7]some sneakers and [Bm]Timbs
Shit back in the day, niggaz looked at jail like [F]school
Now new jacks is spittin bout jail like [F]it's cool (dawg)
That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you [A7don't believe it yourself
Gangsta's ɾeal, gangsta speaks for [Dm7]itself
A lot of gangstas is lifers and [Bm]they gone ɾight now
So fag cats is screamin gangsta, something's wrong [Am]ɾight now
[Chorus]
