pushin’ lyrics – bun-b

say man, i don’t give a f*ck about the feds
d e a, g t f, task force, jump-out boys
or your local neighborhood robbers
baby, i got to keep on pushin’

pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
keep, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
i’ve got to keep on pushin’, keep, keep on

well it’s the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
they call me mr. killa gram in case yo *ss ain’t know
i’m the boss baller of blow when you come to the gulf
other cats holdin’ some weight but they ain’t holdin’ enough

i’ve been around way before the interstate was on fire
before they hid it in the gas tank or the tire
before a motherf*cker even knew about a stash box
we just put work in the back of the car and mashed out

now ask a n*gg* 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
chopper right beside in case a n*gg* try to jerk me

i did the city thing plus i played it out of state
either way a n*gg* 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*gg* gotta keep on pushin’

keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
keep, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
i’ve got to keep on pushin’, keep, keep on

i’m on the corner from sun up to sun down
compet*tion gettin’ hectic, i’m headed for out of town
what i was, sellin’ for twenty, n*gg*z 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*gg* on his hustle ’bout to rise
i was cuttin’ seventeen and i was only payin’ five
a week went by, and a n*gg* 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*gg* bakin’ with holes in his door
crummy n*gg*z sellin’ that ether but f*ck it, sh*t sold

ay, no matter how hard it get you know i’ma
real talk, real n*gg*z do real things you know they
you already know, free pimp c n*gg*
u g k for motherf*ckin’ life, u s d a n*gg*, c t e n*gg*

you know them houston n*gg*z you know they n*gg*z
keep on pushin’ n*gg*, g a n*gg*z you know they already
real n*gg*z do real things n*gg* you already know n*gg*
c t e n*gg*, rap-a-lot records

one day you’re here, the next day you’re gone
‘cuz some n*gg* set you up on the phone
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*gg*, i’m buyin’ my own

whether it’s sixteen bars or sixteen bricks
move ’em one at a time, i’ll take sixteen trips
i’m in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door
mind on my money, but i swear this sh*t stack dough

square’s in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
got the stash box in the back of the mustang
you know i keep a down *ss b*tch to dry that sh*t
look, i-t a n*gg* yea she ride that sh*t

hey, i hustle harder, i hustle smarter
just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter
i’m so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
look at snowman b*tch, it’s a must that i shine

see my watch is like, d*mn, my ears beggin’ for attention
a quarter mill around my neck, in case i forgot to mention
you n*gg*z actin’ like hoes so motherf*cker keep gushin’
i’ma do what the gangstaz do and n*gg* keep pushin’

keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
keep, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
i’ve got to keep on pushin’, keep, keep on pushin’
keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’, keep on pushin’
keep, keep on pushin’

/ bun b lyrics