Bun B, Jeezy, Scarface - Pushin lyrics

Pushin', keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'

Say man I don't give a fuck about the feds
DEA, ATF, Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

Well it's the king of the hubba
Trade and the sergeant of snow (snow)
They call me Mr killa Gram in
Case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when
You come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but
They ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the
Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire
(Tire) before a motherfucker even knew
About a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car
(Man) , and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was
Doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental
Car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey
(Turkey) chopper right beside in case a
Nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I
Played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for
Havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but
It only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a
Nigga gotta keep on pushin'

I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean
I feel you

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic
I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty
Niggas sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to
Drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but
Fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas
I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I
Was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H Town
With re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I
Stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with
Holes in his door
Crummy niggas sellin' that ether but fuck it
Shit sold

Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma
Real talk
Real niggas do real things you know they
(CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga
(LIFE NIGGA)
UGK for motherfuckin' life, USDA nigga
CTE nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggas you know
They niggas keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
GA niggas you know they already
Real niggas do real things nigga
You already know nigga
CTE nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're gone
(WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go
I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga
I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks
(CHEA) move 'em one at a time
I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white
Choppers by the back door (Aye)
Mind on my money
But, I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet
A hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang
(CHEA) you know I keep a down ass
Bitch to dry that shit
Look, I T a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (Aye)
Just left the magnum lot tried to
Whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch
It's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is likedamn
My ears beggin' for attention (Aye)
A quarter mill around my neck
In case I forgot to mention
You niggas actin' like hoes
So motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do
And nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)