Raise it up, in the middle Raise it up, in the back Raise it up, raise it up Raise it up, raise it up [Chorus Two: Strings] Blaze it up, in the
, then Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it
, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope So what's up
you Pinocchio Flows on strings, it is what it seems, just call me Jepeto A young stock market, put money in your pocket 'Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it
the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money Before it all gets spent up and you wanna
, moving up slowly Inertia keeps, she's moving up slowly Slowly, moving up slowly Inertia creeps, moving up slowly She comes, moving up slowly She comes, moving up
I can't believe it, damned if I just let this be Ain't never been a quitter, momma raised no punk If this was too far gone, I would just give up It
Crew Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, Mr.Mixx, uh, Fresh, Fresh Kid Ice You know we at Magic City Lounge, ladies and gentlemen If y'all don't know where it's located, it
I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, 6-string razor I got a mouth like an alligator I want it louder More power I'm gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour
when it's do or die We can do it babe simple and plain Cause this love is a sure thing [Pusha T] She my sure thing, my second only pure thing It's like
kuna matata, feet up sipping java strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised
sucess? It sucks too much press And stress, too much zest, and breasts, too upset It's just, too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick, yes Grew up quick? No Was raised
[Intro] Yo, check it out, it's fucked up, and I don't see either one of us budging [Verse] I'm withholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler
part, of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'
a reason for being in the Gulf We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up But no one would wake up Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's
sponsored ass? Soldier devils never love, fucking up your country club Bailing through the gates, raising hatred in they eyes Why try to calculate when niggas make it
it back when you through with it, roger that Grip tenny, French mammies in Vic' panties Lips candy, dick hard as a fifth of brandy Hop in it for five
