Clipse - Pussy lyrics

I ain't in to fat lippin
I'm in to gat grippin
A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin
Why I say that? the cat's slippin
The Mac's spittin the cat drippin
Look in the mirror you's a fat kitten
Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ah

All I wanted growing up was remote controls
Now my whole life remote control
Hit the block dope controlled
Got ghetto corners choking slow
Grandmama go to church trying
To soak my soul, oh!
This one's for my foes find yourself
In a hopeless hole trying to go against him!
I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings
It - is what it seems, just call me Geppetto
A Young Stock Market
Put money in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the
Object then I drop it
I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?
Set it in a rhyme now
The industry got pink eye
Contagious, flows high demand
Like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram
Pastels is cute How you niggas
Follow suit's so well?
These barrels encompass the heat from hell
Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh!

I ain't in to fat lippin
I'm in to gat grippin
A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin
Why I say that? the cat's slippin
The Mac's spittin the cat drippin
Look in the mirror you's a fat kitten
Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ah

They rather see me not breathing
Than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous hearted niggas
Y'all wear it on your sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see
Can't hide the truth, decendents of Cain
So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein
My game way grown, this is known fact
When cats was Ac coupe
I was Cadillac Brougham
I'm not these rap kids, with childish antics
Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards
These are higher stakes
This is not average weight
This is not pinching penniess bitch
This is carrot cake
This is the difference 'tween
Rookies and the pros they pattern after me
They cookie-cut my flow
But so (so, so) , I'm never one that be jeal'
Do as I do so I can say
"Papa raised you well"

I ain't in to fat lippin
I'm in to gat grippin
A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin
Why I say that? the cat's slippin
The Mac's spittin the cat drippin
Look in the mirror you's a fat kitten
Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ah

They say the Lord closes windows
To open doors nigga don't make me open yours
Seen hearts beat through, open sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature
That's why I ignore
Punchline niggas on front time, silly ho shit
He who questions I is unfocused
Copperfield flow yes! I'll
Make careers disappear
Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push'

Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he?
Who curse me, curse me? But doing me
It hurts me so, puts me through changes
So I got Porsche's and Hummers
To deal wit the anguish (oh, oh)
Ask Liva, but only if you speak the language
And the rest is Comic View
Star Trak The Movement
Who you pay homage to?
You don't want it with them
Boys, this I promise you, you pussy!

I ain't in to fat lippin
I'm in to gat grippin
A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin
Why I say that? the cat's slippin
The Mac's spittin the cat drippin
Look in the mirror you's a fat kitten
Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ah