[Verse 1 - Pusha T]

It go hot waist - Desert taste, four pounds of metal, tri-angle faceHesi-tate? Never, I'll put hole in whoever

Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya

Gamble with ya life

Change came from cocaine I've measured

White was the treasure, comfort was the steelI pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheelFlow more sicker, so much shake in the street

They measure my weight in Richter

Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public

But still I push yay that make the ghettos quakeBy all means I've seen I've lived

By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmedMy dreams start over the stoveI ran over the globe and back again

You seen em, five-ten, hair swingin, dark skinned

Gun on my hip like a sergeant

Wrist Green Power, Chris Tuck' in my watch

Anytime the small hand move, it's Rush Hour

[Hook]

Homie you don't want no probs wit us

Cause we the type of dudes who don't think when we bustYou die (Eghck!)

When you come close to

And you get held back cause you're not supposed to

You die (Eghck!)

When we roll up on dubsAnd get VIP all up in the club

You die (Eghck!)

Homie I am a star

And you might get hurt walking up to my car

[Verse 2 - Malice]

I offer y'all, 24 bars of rawLike eight balls in hard or soft

Time I, push em off, they need help now

Cause I, flood the street with straight melt downAnd I'm not proud, in fact I hate this route

This the same game got my brother strung out

So I, count the ways that it fucked up his life

So I don't have a problem with upping my price, uhAnd who said the game ain't fair?

A God damn loser!

Look, just like chicks, them cats they be runnin' they lips

Worried to death am I still in the Clipse

Well, here's a secret bout me and the Clipse

Even in my absence I'm still the shit ya dig?!

Everything doing it big, from the cars to the home

From the cash to the chrome, they can't say the game ain't grown

Did they tell you bout the nine? I keeps me that

And I don't ever fall off like Adebisi Hat

When times get tight, the coke game like riding a bikeYou heavy as me? Not in your life. Hang it up

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - FAM-LAY]

See me in a gold Hummer

With two ??? bitches that makes ???

Somebody touch them, then I'm a bust them

Both hoes is accustomed

To getting coke through customs

They ain't' the average women would cut them

Trey Eighters out the leather blazerPoint 'em at your Chevy BlazerThen bust holes in your Pelle blazerYou 'bout to ride in Hell's elevator

You got somethin' else to say to God?

You gonna have to tell him later

Time is money

Doubt none of y'all find this funny

See I ain't got time for dummies

So I keep the Nina Ross right beside the tummyAnd I'm leavin' with the scratch and the finest bunnyI'm so far from a million dollars

If y'all feel me, holler

Put your drinks in the air, then peel your collar

Chrome wheel Impalas

Make 'em bounce for FAM-LAY

Cuz your drunk ass might get killed tomorrow

Narcs jumpin' out of U-Haul trucks

Leavin' you all stuck

Behind a park bench, balled-up

So I sleep all day, hustle all night

Like a vampire

But I don't suck blood, I bust slugs

Liquor got me trigger-happy

I can tell that you a hater how you lookin' at me

Young boy, but I'll pop

16 from a magazine

Washing machine

Kill the first

Cop on the scene

I'm stupid