Pushing

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, See that's what's wrong with these stupid motherfuckers Huh, You know they ain't give you the good vest nigga Shit, We got shit that can go through your fest You know the boss kept the good fest, Haha You thinking that that's some bullshit You thinking that's just because the shit done hit you That that's the impact from the bullets hittin the vest But nah that ain't that, That shit done went through Nigga ya bleedin, Somebody come pick this nigga up man Call the paramedics to come pick this nigga up man Uh, Uh, Yeah [Solomon Childs] I've realized for the money, I'll pull rips out intestins Who the fuck's playin, What the fuck's so funny Warrants, We got warrants for you niggas and we come'n To apprehend you nigga, Gone show up with sopeanas in your hood The Guerrilla, Sasquatch hoods Or have you esophagus bleed, With boat rope Around your neck in military knots, 'Til we see the goods Hip Hop's Frank Lucas, It's a cold world partner Surrounded by a bunch of hate'n motherfuckers That's gonna burn in a bed of karma, In cemetery fog Time em to a stake, Have em burn like a road hog They say the ghetto has got a thing for murder As well as extortion so 'til I die I'm authentic like my Daddy's burner Give me a reason [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs, (Coco)] I'ma get my crook on, 'Til a nigga see that money Them boys is hungry. (Pushing, Pushing, Straight up extortion) [Solomon Childs] That's right, I gotta big mouth You feel violated, Then let the toasters blow Assassin verbal, Versatile cosmo Blood on my teeth like Coojo Shoot a bitch nigga in the coolo Them water head niggas is food in the mountains Perpetrate'n the fraud on these streets, No clappin Just a whole lotta shoutin, Spit swagger So it can flow through the air like a Frisbee I'm here for good so ain't no need to miss me I'm into Southern belles and they love to kiss me Blomberg gone fuck around and give me keys to the city Next door to Fifty in the Waldorf tipsy I put the scope in the infey, In a hood near you Scare who, I'ma do it like H.N.I.C. supposed to do [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Hey Momma they shootin, Cover the babies Cover the babies Momma they shootin...