[Pusha-T:] {Hook, no "zen"} Hands got the bubble touch, Bite with the double clutch, Two diamond jump ropes, My neck do the double dutch. Give a fuck about such and such? On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I'm sayin' enough's enough.
[Hook:] Is it them things that make them watch us? The awkward lean, and them cars that's topless? I got them things, I couldn't chop it, I sell that ostrich, I'm so obnoxious, Getting money say: Zen-ze-ze-zen-zen-zen, Zen Zen Zen, Zen Zen zen-ze-ze-zen. Ya getting money say: Zen-ze-zen, Zen Zen, Zen Zen, Zen Zen, Zen Zen, Zen zen-ze-ze-zen. [6; 3; 2-4] [3; 2; 2; 2; 2;1-4]
[Sandman:] I got-gots to do it, do it; VVS my jewelry, don't need no jewelry, To find me guilty, I stay gau-dy, Pockets bul-ky, how can y'all fault me?
[Ab-Liva:] Now how that fore-arm glow on 'em, Feelin' so grown on 'em, I pitch work, sort of like No/mo on 'em Snow on 'em; Cover my tracks, low on 'em, I'm so on them streets I; push blow on 'em,
[Pusha-T, cont'd:] Turn it, turn it, fire burn it, Gram weigh straight, like a nigga just permed it, Pyrex and water, playa, how I earns it, Lame rap niggaz, I'm so not concerned with. On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal, Fifty-five on the back, I'm a dare-devil. The course is paved; the watch is Pavé; You niggas gotta love me, I'm something the Lord made...
[Ab-Liva, cont'd:] It's Liva, the rider, the man, the hang clothes on-'im; With the belt matching the shoes, the G soles on 'em I'm 'clastique, the plastique got "O"s on 'em I rose on 'em-in the South Murder: doors close on 'em.
imma have to disagree, both beats are dope but i dig the other one more.. somethin about it just gets me rockin like crazy. this beat was made later btw
[Ab-Liva, cont'd:] The car drop, with the soft top, like 'bows on 'em Rose on 'em, go on 'em, I'm strikin' a pose on 'em, No o-pponent could come close, Match tone on it, Flow on it, hone on it, I'm feeling at home on it,
[Sandman, cont'd:] Ghost riding, driving - what that mean? You small rollin', nigga, fuck that Beem, Us that team, touch that cream, Digital scale - what that's scheme? It's all real! Come on, touch that thing - [FAKE!] Niggas' face get flattened, from clapping, Squad One action, re-run, what's happening? Every episode, the Tec expose, Gotti bodies, Tsunami mamis, they gotta be why they watch me! {Hook}
[Malice, cont'd:] Still in a Bezzy, G4 or Lear, No diamond in that Bezzy, I get growner every year Pay me for that feature, that don't make you family, All I see is black face and you saying "Ante!" I'm from the old school, when the gat was a jammy Twin four-fifths, the resemblance is uncanny; I bust, paint the sink, y'all niggaz hear me, Now that's what I call "The Big Bang Theory"! {Hook, repeat "zen" x 2}
[Malice:] {Yeahhh.} Good Gosh Almighty, All we do is cook off, push cars like whitey, Like a moth to a flame, it's so inviting, To opposite sexes, the stone so precious;
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