Push It

[Intro (sampled throughout the song)] Push it to the limit [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Port of Miami (uhh), I'm importin' the candy (uhh) Ain't got nuttin to lose, we supportin' the family Never traffic for fun, only traffic for funds All I seen is the struggle, it's like I'm trapped in the slums Workers were barely paid, no water, we barely bathe There better be better days on the way that's on my daddy grave I'm pushin it hard, I'm pushin it soft If he pushin a line, he pushin for Ross I waited and waited, I done ran out of patience They hated and hated, left him slow dancin' with Satan Fresh in my white tee, Mac-11, swear to God I bought my first block, broke it down and tore the block apart [Hook: Rick Ross] I push and I push, I ride and I ride Trying to survive on 95 Put it all on the line every drop of a dime I be pushin' them whips, yep, three at time I'm pushin' it, I'm pushin' it I'm pushin' it, I gotta (push it to the limit) II'm pushin' it, I'm pushin' it I'm pushin' it, I gotta (push it to the limit) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I handle dope like a vandal off the banana boat Bananas in our rifles, no cyphers, I'm just the man to know I paid dues, my moves done made news I'm smooth, my suede shoes they new like [?raycial's?] Nobody used to speak, now e'rybody wave You duck your momma house, you set your sister straight I'm buildin' a dream, with elevators in it Tailor made the linen, no gators got on my hater-vision I see ya, I see ya suckers, I see ya clear I know you see me in that Phantom whiter than veneers Allergic to broke, determined to blow On the boat we hid the work in detergent and soap We ship it from Haiti, baby I'm whippin them babies Let it dry, let it dry, try to whip a Mercedes Arrangin' my Range, here to rain ya parade You gotta push it to the limit you wanna be paid [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] We started minute, the money matured My money's secured, I got bundles in Europe My bubble be pure, it cost like a hundred a pull The world is yours, hundred million or more Now I run the streets, they all mine 12 years overdue, call it due time I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier You never know that dishwasher may be the beholder Whoever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross would be moldin' the culture I push and push, we breakin' the mold We push and we push, we rake in the hoes [Hook]