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King Push Rizor Razor (Pusha T) Execution The devil is a lie. You ain't broke bread til you taste the devil's pie they say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries what better camouflage when the halo's your disguise them wings don't fly, your traitor is your neighbor at your front porch and he's handing you your paper bath robe on but the sword's underneath and he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street it's the mark of the beast the meek shall inherit the earth the weak shall inherit the dirt you each should have perished at birth still born on boarded every street tax gotta come with an audit either your life or your loved one's street razor or a snub gun from the village what a thug's from same corner that you coppin all your drugs from he a hero but he un-sung I'm the one (Raekwon) I'm the one, yeah ayo homie the chambers is 36. the new and improved now make a move these guns whistle sizzle up dudes who got big mouths and no power in front of the bank with no dollars got the nerve to switch crews we better than the rest of them. i guess its the estrogen and all the money we got we move like the mexicans the cartel, compound, a carvel, a large scale and scarsdale I fuck with golf now, Shala's ill, yeah the coke is fresh straight out of Bermuda yo i'm chillin on the beach in boca chica with tuna salads and palaces oh, we smoke out them chalices passing all balances a bread to the allen since 1984 was just more then we would come through with rifles rockin night boots then war a real nigga invention that came from my henchmen who blew up now throw the Wu up, that's my redemption Drug dealer been that nigga half my life drug drug dealer been that nigga half of my life you nigga's talk it but you ain't never seen them imagine being first name basis with the king pin (Ortiz) God I was lucifer's neighbor you wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper moving with lazers on the the roof then make the move you meake the paper lose lose situation sweat or blood you get to choose what you bath in the chemist cook work the runners foot work the customs took work, the soldiers put work in on any of these mother f*ckers to f*ck up good work bosses tell em good work, that's just how the hood work north face bubble with, 8 bundles under it gold front upper smile while I was hugging it I lied I wasn't lucifer's neighbor he who I'm f*ckin with, my mom's threw that snow in her nose but I would hustle it champ hoodie mongoose with the pegs clap your stoop up, hit mom dukes in her leg Thats beef. y'all ain't street, y'all peep niggas write it down and try to be niggas f*ckin everything. In that heavy swing, second hand swept across that pretty bretling in that Nissan Honda Chevy thing peddling whatever bring feddy in steadily I fed my whole team Drug dealer been that nigga half my life drug dealer been that nigga half of my life you nigga's talk it but you ain't never seen them imagine being first name basis with the king pin (Pusha T) In this art of war, my pink stroke is Picasso Niggas get the picture I ain't gotta paint the nostrils you know my origin is over when, fat black bitches singing over organs die for a dollar. pride you don't swallow you say that for the one you buying red bottoms yeah, that's the price you gotta pay for it all's fair in love and war she mascarade for it Wooh! Jack-O-Lantern push, trick or treat, f*ck your shit I earned it off the books now listen to me vent when you sit and watch it's like tires being spinned shots from everywhere but they never make a dent knight in shining armor, mistake me for the the villain 'cause my vengeance is your karma yeah fear is knowing you're a goner it's music to my soul 'cause it's death before dishonor gone (Danny Brown) Check Got the Tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher They used the church money to cop a new Beamer Got the heart of a child raised by a prostitute Who got his mama the rubbers when the john came through It's the microphone Mastadon, great inside the extra stoned You ain't getting pussy like your prom date had a chaperone Poppin' pills got a nigga's brain like a laberynth Brought the ho on purpose but I got the brain in accident Nigga I'm your majesty, showed up with a bag of weed Rolled a blunt so perfect thought it came up out a factory My manuscript leave a man with a baller's dream The insomniac with nightmares and 16s I'm a wet dream, dry sense of humor Travel in class like a highschool rumor No one really cares if you embarrased us with style Cause when it comes to those raps you be letting us down So tell 'em why your mad son Gotta get it off your chest? Let 'em know how you feel son You gotta say what you say It don't matter the gon' say you nigga hatin' any way |