Street Tax lyrics

by

Pusha T


[Intro: (Pharrell) & Boo-Bonic]
(Yo, from VA to PA) Just gimme the cue
(You gon' respect us, b)
Uh, yeah, this is it
(You know what I'm sayin')
Uh-huh (uh-uh-uh), this is it
(You gon' respect us, b)
Most Wanted, n*gga
(You know)
PA to VA (We got love all around the f*ckin' world)
(f*ckin' respect us, b, that's all I'm saying)
Yeah (di*kriding n*ggas, tell 'em what to do, Mister)
('Cause if you don't)
(I'ma find something hot) This is it, uh, yeah
(Something ran up in yo ass, n*gga) Yo, ayo
(b*tch!)

[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
First of all I'm a T-H-U-G
Boo-Bonic n*gga, who the f*ck you be?
If you don't really want this block, then move over
So you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprah
Caught a case down in Greene, down in V.A. court
The game change every year like EA Sport
You see how now they rock platinum, mad you got gold?
My corner like the Beatles n*gga, get your rock and roll
n*ggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars
Mad cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's
Try not to do hits myself, I order that
While you cooked four and a half and got a quarter back
You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap
And did alot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track
I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil
[Verse 2: Malice]
I graduated from eight balls to blow thats cake size
Match me grand for grand and let's make these stakes rise
Maharaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives
While my fam rocks links and medallions that's plate size
You up against the Clipse, believe there's no chance
What you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands?
See, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a slow dance
While your hardcore posse's is extras and road hands
Get your fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys
You f*ckin' with grown men and y'all is young boys
Love double action, pack anything with loud noise
As we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys

[Hook]
If you ain't got guns (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)
f*ck ya clique and that bullsh*t you been through
If you ain't got guns (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)
f*ck ya clique and that bullsh*t you been through

[Verse 3: Mr. Man]
I never hold back, I c*ck back and twist ya
I never been shot, motherf*cka, it's Mister
I scream "Who coke? Who whip is that?"
I want the main coke source, not just the crack
I want the one who cook it up and make you push the pack
You don't like that we cut at you, n*gga? Bust back
And I never been the one to talk and chill sh*t out
I shoot 'till it jam and the clip don't spit out
You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house? You better get out
Mister take stacks and coke and sort sh*t out
Whoever don't like it, wanna come? Then come
And you smart mouth n*ggas get popped with dum-dums
[Verse 4: Terrar]
Who the f*ck wanna see us?
Chrome double barrel heaters
Motherf*ckas better bow when they greet us
Red, green and black strapped on Gucci wife beaters
With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters
Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz
Knee deep in crime, rhyme, in blow? My shoulders
What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers?
With Grandmothers and Aunts as primary holders
Wassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover
Cause we poppin' 'cross hand and christen your little brother
Eagle eye block strutters composed of Baby Mothers
How they chuckle at four key talk, we seen double

[Hook]
If you ain't got guns (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)
f*ck ya clique and that bullsh*t you been through
If you ain't got guns (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)
f*ck ya clique and that bullsh*t you been through
If you ain't got b*tches (I don't represent you)
If you ain't got riches (I don't represent you)
If y'all n*ggas snitches (I don't represent you)
f*ck ya case and that bullsh*t you went through
[Outro: Mr. Man & Boo-Bonic (Pharrell)]
n*gga start snitching and only got a year in probation (Yeah)
b*tch ass n*ggas
(Most Wanted)
Clipse, Most Wanted, n*gga (What)
(Clipse, Neptunes) Playa hate, Most Gunned, n*gga
Lemme tell you di*kriders something
di*kriders, put yo seatbelts on
Buckle up safely
Cause it's gon' be a long ride, n*gga
Uh
(And you ain't comin' back, n*gga)
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