Pushin lyrics

[Chorus]
Pushin', keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'

[Intro: Bun B]
Say man I don't give a f*ck about the feds
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hubba trade and the sergeant of snow (snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherf*cker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a n*gga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a n*gga try to j*rk me (j*rk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a n*gga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a n*gga gotta keep on pushin'
[Interlude: Scarface]
I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you

[Verse 2: Scarface]
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, n*ggas sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but f*ck it, that's how it is, sh*t
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little n*gga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a n*gga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that n*gga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy n*ggas sellin' that ether but f*ck it, sh*t sold

[Interlude: Jeezy]
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma…
Real talk, real n*ggas do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C n*gga (LIFE n*ggA)
U.G.K. for motherf*ckin' life, U.S.D.A. n*gga, C.T.E. n*gga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston n*ggas you know they n*ggas keep on pushin' n*gga (PUSHIN)
G.A. n*ggas you know they already…
Real n*ggas do real things n*gga you already know n*gga
C.T.E. n*gga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some n*gga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
sh*t, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me sh*t n*gga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this sh*t stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass b*tch to dry that sh*t
Look, I-T a n*gga yea she ride that sh*t
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman b*tch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You n*ggas actin' like hoes so motherf*cker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and n*gga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)