[Ab-Liva:] Man, there's rules to the hustle: Gotta get it in. Get it off. Get it cross-borders. Slid it in, with the soft, water off. When it dries, break down, get it tossed. Young boys, hug corners, all night, get it off. Get it on, niggas on your strip, pissin' give-an-order! 9 millimeter go bang! Then you get it lost. Give-and-go; get in that gwop, homie, get it floss. Make double poppy fly over what you get it 'cause:
[Malice:] Ask and you shall receive says the Lord; Blessed me ten-fold, then re-poed the Porsche. Since when mink stoles are means for divorce? Instead, you'd rather cling like ya life raft was tossed. Pad, or fly bag, the must-haves of course, Jimmy Choos, nice calves -- I type-cast, my broads. Tryna live with a little less remorse, Telling my trophy-wife, these bitches just rewards...
[Pusha-T:] Yuchhh! Make the whole city numb, Test it on your gums, only buy it out the drum. Sell it how it come, protect the line that it's from; He who says names: Red Rum! Red Rum! We walk to the beat of the warrior's drum; We ran through the circles that Notorious run; We never stood a chance, see the morals was shunned; Cause the Feds couldn't stop what the couriers brung.
[Bridge:] And I'm just living my life, stride by stride I ride where it takes me. It ain't nothing, rock this shit on out until it breaks me. And I ain't going nowhere, fuck that trust that you won't make me...
[Sandman:] I'm talking paper; Sixers versus the Lakers, Drop a dollar, went in hollow, collect and shoot to Vegas. Private jettin'; couple seconds, I'm shooting shakers; Velvet tables; sexy bellies, and perfect navels. They my stable: Look at they faces, they drive me wild; Pay ya pounds, they get freaky like Jada Fire.
@BenbanksTV before u say something negative about this group, actually take in the lyrics. trust me, these guys would eat most rappers out today. and u say this group died out? tell me how? their still making good music to this day. just because a group doesnt get alot of commercial attention doesnt mean their wack. record sales dont determine the greatness of the album
[Pusha-T, cont'd:] The older hustlers live like the glorious ones; Lasting impression, no ignoring they sons; Good things gotta end, snitches ruined they run; Now the foundation's laid, and competition is none -- They called us: Young, dumb, and so full of cum -- I say we was: Rich, fucking, but maybe we was young? Tell me what that matter if you can't match us once? You see the evolution of ya man Push-a-Ton, WELCOME. [BRIDGE]
[Sandman, cont'd:] It's all bread, big head bills, they switch wheels. Like Crib Hills, in chick heels, but then still -- Banana peel on 'em: The mint, the clip, Making these niggas sick; screaming life is a bitch; Then I fuck her down, the fluffest pounds, pick one; If ya bread there, it ain't shit to ship 'em. Closed is ya order - I chip 'em, Down to the squirrel, I'm real thorough, Run a real tight system. Show my face! Clear out space! Lear up Kate! Call me Boosie -- bread off base!
@BenbanksTV but the point im trying to make is that u cant trash talk artists who arent succesful comercially when u havent really taken in their music. and just because they arent in the mainstream doesnt make them shit artists.
