Clipse Album

(feat. Spanish Lee)

[Pusha T:]
Fear him, as soon as you hear him
Upon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer him
Just like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'em
Through a life in the fast lane, like German engineerum
No serum can cure all the pain I've endured
From crack to rap to back to sellin it pure
For every record I potentially sell in the store
It's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin it raw
So many deceive ya
I'm on top with the ki's, move over Alicia
I force feed ya the metric scale
Rap's like child's play, my show and tell
Within each verse you see the truth's unveiled
They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves
Puppets on the string like a yoyo
Bouncin like a pogo, they prayin I never go solo

got it for cheap

[Malice:]
The wall's removed and now I see
My leg was pulled, the joke's on me
So heartbreakin, like lovin a whore
Might hurt ya once, but never no more
It's like tryin to fly but they clippin your wings
And that's exactly why the caged bird sings
Who can nickname it, the shame rings true
Seems to me reperations are overdue
I done been to the top, I done sipped the juice
And with that bein said, bird crumbs'll never do
Even on my last not a penny in the bank
I'ma stand on my own, so thanks but no thanks
Keep the pranks as I bid farewell
I gotta answer to Marcus and Jennel
And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so
If ever I had millions never would you sell blow, never

got it for cheap

[Pusha T:]
I'm the best since he died, and he lied
The spirit of competition, one verse could start jihad
CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive
Pullin the covers back, I expose what you disguise
My presence is felt, the pressure is on
A four eleven cuban helped us weather the storm
Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm
Through all the adversity the fury was born

[Malice:]
Niggaz don't get the picture, it's written in scripture
Even at your mama's she'll tell you that blood's thicker
And I don't know how them other niggaz built
And I don't know if ever they feel guilt
Or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts
But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilt milk
Grandma look at me, I'm turnin the other cheek
It's the R-E-U-P G-A-N-G

got it for cheap

(Gather Round...)
(Miami Vice... For My Cocaine Dreamers... You Kno... Miami Vice)

(... Pusha Spit This Shit For Ya'll...Here We Go)

[Pusha T:]
Youngin' Don't Make My Sales Rise, I'll Shoot You Out Your Chuckers
Pusha Hear The Whispers Of All You Muthafuckers
Papa Said They're Free Of Thems Suckas,
Minus The Wicked Jumpers, Street Baller Like The Rucker
Skip To My Loo, If You Lookin For A Couple, Roosters In The Duffle
Keep The Hood Screamin', Cock-A-Doddle-Doo Fuckers
Coke By The Ton, Rap Niggas I'm The One
With Basic Rhyme Pattern, How The Fuck You Tryin' To Chatter
Basic Ass Rappers Got'em Runnin' For Their Life
I Philosopy's About Glocks And Keys
Niggas Call Me Young Black Socrates, West-Indies
Bitch Dropped Her Knees Quick...
(What) With Dreams Of Being A Rich-Man's-Bitch
Yo Sorry For Niggas Pull Triggers In Their Shit, Clique
So Many Bullets Changin'-My Shit, Call Me Lead Fist
... Shake The Diamonds Out My Wrist

[Chorus:]
Momma I'm So Sorry, I'm So Obnoxious
I Don't Fear Tubs And Crocket
Momma I'm So Sorry, I'm So Obnoxious
Got Two Hot Rocks In My Pocket
Momma I'm So Sorry, I'm So Obnoxious
Big Whole Palm Trees And Watches
Momma I'm So Sorry, I'm So Obnoxious
My Only Accomplish, My Conscience

(Gather Around...)

[Malice:]
Youngin' Learn From Me, Let's...Not Be At Odds
With More Like Than Not, Two Peas Of A Pod
Same Hustle Cept Now My Hustles Now Flows
I Once Gave It Away, At 30 Grams An O
That Accounts For All Them Days In The Cold
Feels Like Kissin' Cake Mix, Can't Wait To Lick The Bowl
But It's A Bigger Picture, Homes, Trust I've Done Seen It
From Frankfret To Coloon, Eyes Low To Sweeden
From Italy's Milan To The Shores Of Napali
Now I Consider Ferrari And Salvidor Dalis
I'm No Longer Local,My Thoughts Are Global
That's Why I Seem Distant, Son Expand Your Vision
Even Adored By Norwegian Women, Blond Hair And Blue Eyes
I'm Gettin' Back Like A Vengence
Whip It Like They Want Me All Attached To The Kitten
And They Wonder In These Rap If I'm Kiddin

[Chorus]

(Miami Vice...)

[Pusha T:]
Sorry Heavenly Father, Once Again I Hate To Bother
It's P, The Evil Creeper, Send Some To The Grim Reaper
Mean While, Me And My Misses, Like Soloman And Sheeba
Signs Of The Times, Hurte Emmillo Gucci Sneakers
Uh..Ghetto Literature, I Damn Near Died For Balliva
It Don't Take Much To Get Ride Of Ya, If I Sent For Ya
Better Call The Minister...Uckk
[Malice:]
I'm Sorry Grandmamma, For Mistakes I Have Made
When I Aired Family Business, How U Put Me In My Place
Even My Baby Mamma, I Can't Look You In The Face
Cuz I Can't Do Enough, You're A Symbol Of God's Grace
So I Place U In The Flower Bed, Porcelian Shower Head
Throughout The House, And Keep The Youngin's Mouth Fed
So When I'm Gone, I Hope I Gave Structure To The Youth
By The Example That I Led

[Chorus]

(Miami Vice...)

f/ Pharrell

[Pharrell]
You know we back right?, Clear the streets out
Come on with it, Ha ha Star Trak

Listen haters, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us
Dude like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up"
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class Action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, just hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah me too
Okay everybody meet mister me too

[Pusha T]
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooin
I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin
But I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing?
Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggaz caped up, selling grey and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercuts
Children totto, South Beach Galardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
Women if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lifes
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet mister me too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet mister me too

[Pharrell]
I know what you thinkin why I call you me too
Cause everything I say, I got you sayin me too
I say I got a benz so you said me too
You hangin out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin out the window when you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Trak, clipse come on

[Malice]
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers
Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color
Of the Zord the, best believe it's the mullenor
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch grey caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment

[Pusha T]
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet mister me too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet mister me too

f/ Slim Thug

[Chorus: Slim Thug (Pusha)]
Man, I showed up. Pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)

[Pusha T]
No hotta, flow droppa since Papa
You Penny Annie niggaz, see I know Copper
Left the game on a high note, flow opera
Pusha still got them KIs I can unlock ya
See that watch on the sleeve? Call it show stoppa
Nigga ball around the world, call me +Globe Trotter+
Trick dollar, ask what I feel? Notta
Give a bitch yellow fever all these gold bottles
And late models, I lean throttles
Roof back with the coupe black, playa think he need goggles
Look mama, I be fly papa
Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker, EGHCK!
So proper, hammer time, gun cocker
Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya
Egg shell on the scale for my snow coppers
Don't ask what I sell, shit I'm Bet Crocker

[Chorus: Slim Thug (Pusha)]
Man, I showed up. Pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)

[Malice]
Mirror mirror, who's the fairest?
Tricked a buck fifty on that horse and carriage
Must admit, nothing like these carats
Them hoes holla back just like they parrots
Down to the watches, alligator strap
Six different time zones, I don't set her back
17 a brick, yeah, go and tell 'em that
I got the wamp wamp when I move it its still damp
Mildew-ish when I heat it, it turn bluish
It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish
I get paper, it seems I get foolish
Take it to Jacob and play "Which hues the bluest?"
We ain't browsing, luxurious housing
Pull up so mean with the Angel bowing
Or with the emblem bearing the stallion
European custom, the leathers Italian

[Chorus: Slim Thug (Pusha)]
Man, I showed up. Pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)

[Pusha T]
EGHCK! So much glamour, that I can't stand the
Bright from the ice, chain xenon lamp ya
Depression in ya mind like a free frame camera
The white tape tight like ya seen on pampers
What's under the couch? Probably freeze up Santa
What ever it cost baby we got answers
Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers
"We Got it for Cheap" that's the Re-Up anthem

[Malice]
By far the coldest, '06 Lotus
0 to 60, hocus pocus
The feds don't know so they stick they noses
While we off the coast, proposing toasts
Hoes and mo shit, the family close knit
And deep like the ?Who two? You cockroaches
Just like the flow, the fo's ferocious
I tuck you in. homie. "Buenos noches"

[Chorus: Slim Thug (Pusha)]
Man, I showed up. Pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)
Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
*** with college *** with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars

I groom 'em well, Dior ***, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floorboard
Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches

Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, *** 'bout long as Jesus
I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it

Break down pies to pieces, make *** quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ***
Rolex presidential, ***, feel the glass

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

It's that luck that astounds, life's a circus
I parade the sick through these clowns
The crown is vacant, I'm takin' the proper steps
I'm takin' them poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall

Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant

Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish for the sharks to swim
In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'
V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons

HRE's on it, mommy see it glisten
When I make Oliver Twist like Dickens
It's feelin' like parts is missin', tops don't push soul
Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

Welcome to the world of Rollie's
VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece
Got me shinin', first *** holla show me
Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly

Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You *** ***, you need to raise your glass and toast me
*** can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia

?Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You'll understand when you're older? said father to the son
Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down

And proceed with caution
Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion
Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch up ***

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

[Pusha T:]
Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's lets go spin these right quick
[Girl:]
Whats that?

[Chorus: Pusha T]
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Dont it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Lets go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

[Verse: Pusha T]
Give a little - take a little, ma check the dealy
Most niggas is will-not's, your dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crystal billi's
Got benji lookin all googley-eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seein milli-mill's
Im 7 figga, the bigger you thought the little real
See I dont blame ya, cashmere's what you feel
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
Brain like Terry, face like Eva
I aint forgettin them other Housewive's neither
Two-seaters, back in the trunk, 2-feet
We stayin up till 2 a.m.to watch cheetah's
As long as im nice with the flame and the flass
I dont mind keepin you up on them must-have's
Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?

[Chorus: Pusha T]
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Dont it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Lets go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

[Verse: Malice]
We could trip tuiton, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriend's, I aint trippin
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, thats ambition
You could tell me bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you aint gotta love me, just be convincin'
I dont ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch
Nah mama hush, you aint even gotta speak
Jus put it on ya charge, checks meets ya feet
Compliment me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like its falling outta tree
Come spend a dolla, yea, bathe in it, walla
17-5 for the low, tell em "Holla"
Love you in the Scoda, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?

[Chorus: Pusha T]
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Dont it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Lets go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

[Verse]

[Pusha T:]
To my fly ghetto bitches with there hair-shop-talk
Braggin to there hair-dresser bout that shit he bought
To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who aint tryna hear nun if you dont ride Porsche
To my get-money niggas gettin paper fa' sho
Drinkin Grand's up in Loui' for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money money, take money money, uh
Dope money money is great money money, what?

[Malice:]
Before Im'a bicker with ya, ma, Im'a switch ya
I fly em in quick, I fly em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fittin the glass slipper
Travelin Broads, sittin in G-4's
Change in the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is ajoined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours

[Chorus: Pusha T]
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Dont it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Lets go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Hello new world, here we come
On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming
"We on our way!"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming
"I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming
"It's on its way!"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say "Lookout World
I'm on my way!"

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohhh!)
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+
"Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its me
Make âЂ?em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where its s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning!

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Malice)]
Hello new world, here we come
On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming
"We on our way!"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming
"I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming (Yeah!)
"It's on its way!"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say (From my hood to say) "Lookout World
I'm on my way!"

[Verse 2: Malice]
This goes out to my Hyalites that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, hustlers' way of life
In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumpin that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin, stay lookin, over they shoulders
Holdin them boulders, tryin to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at âЂ?cha quote, unquote "Famous Rapper"
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the homies
If hustling is a must be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine; I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick shift,6 gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Hello new world, here we come
On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming
"We on our way!"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming
"I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming
"It's on its way!"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say "Lookout World
I'm on my way!"

[Man talking:]
Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, from downtown Norfolk.
Just want y'all to know its about time For us to come up and make a change man.
They keep tryin to keep us down, but that ain't the way to be man.
Its about time for us to get it together man.
Ery'body else get they shit together
Why the niggaz can't get they shit together, and get they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers
Know what I'm sayin? This ain't just for the playas in VA...
This for playas all over the world!
This Grinding!

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Times-a-wasting, niggaz doin so much hatin
Free ya heart, and show ya greatness
I, like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggaz rise up!
Get that money, put them 9s up
Piggy-back out the ghetto âЂ?for times up!
Niggaz rush!

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Hello new world, here we come
On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming
"We on our way!"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming
"I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming
"It's on its way!"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say "Lookout World
I'm on my way!"

[Chorus: Pusha T]
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
EEYUCK!
Make ya skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers! The mind of a KILO shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of coppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla!
Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my +GHETTO STORY+
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired
The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
Its crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile! HA!
Canals treatin my style, like you internet sharing my files
You +My Space+ niggaz!
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been! Cook money clean through Maryland
Shit, countin just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!)
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya!
Now get the fuck off!

[Chorus: Pusha T]
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
(Yeah)
(Check it!)
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors

[Verse 2: Malice]
Throw it on the scale, feed ya God damn self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No)
Word on the street is you gon love how it melt
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself!
I yell Re-Up til I'm locked like Ma-Mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
KIs in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord
Its just what I get, its the roses of war
Fuck the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's
Cheers to the future as we toast to life
I pre-???ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga!
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture
Gem Star razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These bitches fake like the hoes on +Flavor+
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper! Yes!

[Chorus: Pusha T]
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
...
...
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs, open doors

(feat. Re-Up Gang)

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake
Hustling them E's and that C's and that H
While you probably talking frantic on the tape
Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "Man it was a mistake"
To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake
Epitaph reading how much damage you could take
While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate
I know why you liked her, the head it was great
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space
86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take?
Patent leather BAPEs...Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE!
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes
You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats
You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen...

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[Verse 2: Sandman]
Dig it, every time I do it, encore
Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors
Ma, and I'm blingin like Baby with all that shit on
My block pop til all that shit gone
What? You niggaz hardly eat
What you spend on a home is a golden piece
On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss
My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff
From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs
Ice glazed like lip gloss
Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr
Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr
(Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real
Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[Verse 3: Malice]
Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha?
You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's too old fashion
Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up
Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?
I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you
1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around
For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown
Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker
From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques
If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas
In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit
Keep it moving like in KIs of coke
You the 100th motherfucker and I'm ???
Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law
If it seems the walls are closing in its only âЂ?cause they are
Muthafucker

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[Verse 4: Ab-Liva]
I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker
I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega
My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle
That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters
Rimoldi is so gaudy
But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI
I'm on them blades likes T.I.
The niggaz hate to measure âЂ?cuz they knee high
Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Can't let it go, âЂ?cuz a nigga got to eat, I
Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder
And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a
Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra
You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar! No!

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Chorus:]
I got jeweels, plus wheels
Pullin up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin around for them pills

Bitch I'm trill, Bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, Nigga I'm so trill

I got, my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
and she feeling around for them pills

Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill

[Pusha T:]
G's up, rev them V's up
Federali's trying to reach us to keep us
Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces
You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis
King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches
X and Os, tick-tack-toes
Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go
On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows
Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals
New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos
Pusha in that Bentley, G-T-Oh No
Flow chameleon, worth bout a million
Sell bolivian, Feds in oblivion
Bitch Brazilian, purse reptillian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan

[Chorus]

[Malice:]
It's me ma, you ain't dreamin
Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing
So real that hon' ain't believin
Out my bracelet she can't make rhyme or reason
Soon as you get your heart involved
That's when I fall back love, au revoir
So international, French Riviera
Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera
Who cares when these fools talk
Don't mean jack til that tool gotta talk
Icy wrists help me to cool off
And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk
Reminds me of how I applied myself
And why I now ride with Tiptronic help
Bankroll on overload
I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill

[Chorus]

[Pusha T:]
So many different things make me trill
Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill
Maybe how my way with words make me mills
Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales
Young, restless, talk so reckless
Two hundred thousand up in my necklace
Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch
I ain't mention the Rolly red-neck like Texas

[Malice:]
To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part
In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart
And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya
Even let 'em cheat from my paper
Why does wealth make them hate me
And make chicks hearts so achy breaky
Rarely do I toot my own horn
But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back

[Chorus]

[Beat rides till fade then fireworks go into Chinese New Year]

(feat. Rosco P. Coldchain, Pharrell Williams)

[Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]
I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
(Brrraaattt - brrraaattt, brrraaattt - brrraaattt, ka-ka-kat-kat)
(Brrraaattt - brrraaattt, brrraaattt - brrraaattt, ka-ka-kat-kat)

[Verse: Pusha T]
Mask on face, glock in hand
I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man
Never listen to my parents like an orphan man
Strong finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands
Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac-Man; my wish her command, UH!
ADT's ain't stop me. Simple like ABC's
Snip cut game just as easy as 1-2-3
Breaking an entry so elementary
Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do
Give up the cash 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue
And your man and them for trying to be hustlers too
Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt

[Chorus]

[Verse: Malice]
Let's play cops and robbers, and watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martars
As well as niggaz wit plots to rob us
Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker into shuttas
Wit them 911's revin, gunfire leave brethren remains like 9/11
And get the sounds of rounds dispensing
That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing
When I picture bits and pieces of bone chip and flesh, it tears me to pieces
Cooperate, escaping useless; trust me I'm your friend, I will talk you through this
Trick or treat niggaz wit hoods want the goods
I feel like Robin Hood when I share it wit my hood
Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit
Don't let the 9 mill riddle your wits smarty pants

[Chorus]

[Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain]
Sympathy? I feel none
When you hear that humming, common sense to take a duck and get the fuck outta harms way
Your dying would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go look who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed
This is what I did to him, shoved a grenade in his mouth
Hurried out his crib, before that
My niggaz raped his bitch, molested his kids
Filled it wit gas, lit a match, and blew up the shit
While on this earth, if I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol tight
When we meet in the afterlife, Coldchain I'm the black one that bleed
Rosco P, young G, I don't speak I just squeeze
97 P will make you drop to your knees
Before you know it, you'll be floating to a better place your soul feeling free
I'm young, black and I just don't give a fuck
Big gun on my waist, drugs in the trunk
Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, com-press me

[Chorus]

(feat. Bilal)

[Chorus: Bilal]
I'm having nightmares...ooohhh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid..
I'm having nightmares...ooohhh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid..

[Bilal:]
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
My heart beats' pumping like something ain't right
Oh whats goin on...
When I go outside I feel something behind me
I'm looking back, but nothing's around me
Oh whats goin on..
Man I don't know, what am I trippin on
Theirs something in the room, its lerking in the shadow
Staring through the darkness.....man I don't know
These four walls are closing in, these voices ain't my friend
Their haunting me, those, those memories

[Chorus]

[Malice:]
Yea,
They coming for me, they running up
I'm on my balcony, seeing through the eyes of Tony
They say we homies, but I see hatred
Do not they know brotherly-love is sacred
Niggaz catch feelings, even contemplate killings
When you see millions, their are many chamillions
Your not a gunna, for real, your just a runna
Haters I spot you from a far, and I'm the deer hunter
They be thinking nice car, nice crib
I be thinking, how long will these niggaz let me live
I understand, cause people need things
And they will take it from you, and take you from your seedlings
So even with the mumble is talk,
I still walk the most humblest walk
And one day, they may even catch up with me man
But til then, I'm Leonardo, Catch Me If You Can

[Chorus]

[Bilal:]
Look over your shoulder, something is near
And I'm so scared, when I'm alone I'm so scared
Now it's inching closer, trouble is near
But nothing's there, when I look nothing's there
I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but..
Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide..
I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but..
Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide ..

[Pusha T:]
I make big money, drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
Virginia nights, sellin hard white
To sellin out shows, every gangsta love my flow
Still I creep low, thinking niggaz trying to harm me
Hoping my karma ain't coming back here to haunt me
Was it that nigga, I took his powder with a smile
Praying to Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit
I pilt niggaz girls back like Alphahydroxie
Spent money like Happy Days, I'm the real Fonzy
Top off the coupe, thats how JFK got shot B,
Can't let niggaz roll up beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block, weekly, my health yearly
Somethings wrong with me, niggaz don't get along with me
Got a 4-4, hope ya body got strong kidneys..oh!

[Chorus]