We Know

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Pusha Ton or you can call me "ZipLock" Yellow with the blue make green when the coke drop Fifteen years old cookin' raw rock Mama gettin' mad cause I was fuckin' up her gold pots Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life Mongoose bicycle, I was stuffin' junkie pipes Graduated now I get it for the askin' price 'Me no speaky English' if your fuckin' cash is right Dey know yayo Pedro, Louise, Lee Lee. Me Amigos Oh! You niggas talkin' but you ain't never seen them Imagine bein' on first name basis with the kingpin You middle-mannin' and I'm touchin' the hands of the growers From Texas to Tijuana, motherfuckers know us Dryer sheets line the trunk to disguise the odor Your price is low but I bet my number shorty lower [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Liva nigga heater man Nickname, the Cheetah man Like Ishmael with fishscale Got it off that Peter Pan Rob Peter, paid Paul Played soft, faced loss Oz I pitch, like a friendly game of baseball Trade off cars with the tops off Blaze off, grown man the paper player Never turn that chase off Young nigga sold dope, sold soap Sold hope, bottled in that capsule Nigga, got it from my old folk 10 Crack Commandments, see. Listen to the old GOAT Louis this, Gucci that. Labels hold them logos Learn from the old pros, prison is a no-go New tires low-pro, shopping up at SoHo BBC, PlayCloths, Jays on, days old Five pair, one tied, retro with the lace hole 24s sittin' high, chrome with the brake holes Re-Up Gang run it, it ain't over til we say so [Verse 3: Sandman] Just when you thought it was safe Fuck a shark, there's a killer whale in the water Disturbin' the shit outta order If you swim you get slaughtered, and I say, "Ooh!" I say, "Food! Fools in this school am I" I'm droppin' this shit too quickly Let me slow up, who am I? Fat daddy dough stack, Philly's mayor A big "Thank you" to all my haters For fuelin the fire My burning desire inspires the mongrels to keep spittin I'm rippin through tires, spin Got to keep that, shit is real brah Where I'm from is the home of cop killas 215 610 267 1,492 you eight bucks short 15 will get you 3, i'll let you owe me neena You burn me for that bread, I'll act like I never seen ya Can speak for my niggas, they felonize misdemeanors Forever how they die, when they see ya. It's real [Verse 4: Malice] Now look how I got it, the cars and the cribs I done sign on the dotted, Re-Up is a partnership The four of us and we come as the Apocalypse Hands down "We the best" I'm a narcissist Me and my bitch, we out in Ball Harbor She spendin' my money. I'm hot and I'm bothered I hop in the Taga peel out Ocean Drive Nice breeze, at the top, sippin' on coladas Dope Boy Fly Shit of which I am a part of Where we all get chips and evade Estradas Party on South Beach Privé and Madonna We ain't worry about nothin' Hakuna Matata Pay your lawyer well, reassure yourself Like black gold, this Re-Up thing's an oil well Trick on your bitch, I'm sure she will enjoy Chanel Or that R350, that shoulda overwhelm