Push It Away lyrics

[Intro]

[Hook: Petey Pablo]
I use to wanna be on Soul Train
Till I got up on Soul Train
And found out Soul Train
Was nothing like a Soul Train
Now I wanna push it away

I use to wanna be a Rap Singer
Till I started Rap Singing
And found out Rap Singing
Was nothing like Rap Singing
Now I wanna push it away

[Verse 1: Wes Cyphers]
We in the place where cat's yacking, busting for a fat sack
Your gat's packed, they hitting back
Spitting, you ain't getting that
I'm coming close to any flow that I kick
I'm throwing, ? Petey got me on tape boning your b*tch
I'm so sick, hit the button and get the buzz and hit the club
Mr. Martin the dirty rotten scoundrel that you wish you was
It's still Cypher, I ? and c*ck them steel pipes
Ya' feel Cyph
Knock your block off then ????
Oh sh*t, he done "done" it again
My mouth is fully loaded like this gun burning my lead
Turning your heads, like finding out your girl is "Les"
And Cyph got the b*tch in the bed, spreading leg's giving me head
I rock with Petey, b*tch
Cause when I rock with Petey
Petey got me on that verbalist sh*t
This murderous pen, ??????
A full course meal with ?????
Deserving you end
Son, the way you swerving the Benz
Let me catch you outside and curb stomp you and your man's
f*ck pretend, 'round her Son it's real now
It's real now
Motherf*cker I said it's real now
So cut the bullsh*t
f*ck it you ain't fooling sh*t
Faggots, when you see us
Start sh*tting while you growing spit
And who the hell is you to charge and lean
When we the illest motherf*ckers rocking, step in the game
Right through the door
Put your hair right on thefloorThe same way I put nine inches through the ass of your whore
Passion is raw
Even though I smash on your jaw
We laughing at y'all
Y'all pussies, f*ck blasting at y'all
[Hook]
I use to wanna be on Soul Train
Till I got up on Soul Train
And found out Soul Train
Was nothing like a Soul Train
Now I wanna push it away

[Skit]

[Verse 2: Petey Pablo]
I use to wonder why my folk be sipping syrup, and syr-syrup
Like Aunt Jemima Syrup, and nope
That ain't the same kinda syrup
I'm mean, when I finally hit me some syrup
Found out why they were sipping on syrup
Um, earl
I earled right in front of a girl
She was a pretty girl, not just any girl
I was trying to get with the girl
And show the girl I'm the sh*t that I was
Up, f*ck it, f*ck her
Kick her to the curb
On to the next b*tch
She ain't see me earl
Guess I still got my reputation with her
Come on chick
Before my stomach start b-burbelling and I have to earl again
Anyway yep, back to the subject
In here f*cking with Shane, Wes Cyphers, ?
Using up fifty-five track
Three o'clock, the session over
We gonna have to leave out in here
Simon told Butch, keep his eyes on that
sh*t, I ain't scared
I ain't leaving here
Until I'm good and goddamn ready
And I don't I think I'm goddamn ready
Man, I'm steady
Coming up with more hot sh*t, the longer I stay in this b*tch
So how y'all gonna f*ck up that
Man, leave me alone
Let me stay where the f*ck I'm at
Ain't nothing but some money
What's money, f*ck money
Ain't nothing but some paper with some goddamn dead motherf*ckers on it
Can't take it with ya' when they put ya' in the hole
And throw the goddamn dirt all over ya'
[Hook]