Jeezy - Pushin lyrics

[Hook] Pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun] Say man I don't give a f** about the feds D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys Or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (snow) They call me Mr. k**a Gram in case yo a** ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherf**er even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a n***a 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 (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a n***a try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a n***a 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***a gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, n***as 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** it, that's how it is, sh** 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***a on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a n***a 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***a bakin' with holes in his door Crummy n***as sellin' that ether but f** it, sh** sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real n***as do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C n***a (LIFE ni**a) U.G.K. for motherf**in' life, U.S.D.A. n***a, C.T.E. n***a (CHEAA) You know them Houston n***as you know they n***as keep on pushin' n***a (PUSHIN) G.A. n***as you know they already… Real n***as do real things n***a you already know n***a C.T.E. n***a, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some n***a set you up on the phone (DAMN) sh**, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me sh** n***a, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this sh** stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down a** b**h to dry that sh** Look, I-T a n***a yea she ride that sh** Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman b**h, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You n***as actin' like hoes so motherf**er keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and n***a keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade]