Pusha T - Str8 Up Menace (Remix) lyrics

(Intro) I’m a str8 up menace gyeah I’m a str8 up menace gyeah As I get my emcee 8 on (Hook) We are R E U P G A N G! Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees Str8 menace like emcee 8’s Send the word out n***a, ain’t a emcee safe We are R E U P G A N G! Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees Str8 menace like emcee 8’s Send the word out n***a, ain’t a emcee safe ‘Cuz we are (Verse) Let’s race to the most higher, today I’m feelin right sponsored links Money, clothes, hoes, just a day in the line When that paper ceiling high, might blow it in the night Let my b**h taste that cake too, today I’m feeling iced Rubber band bands got a n***a feelin like It’s a Bentley in my jeans, welcome squares to the light It’s bad on the anthem, young n***as like Mike If you flashin and they owe Jackson for that ice I feel the pressure like the devil tryna get us all Fashion k**er all noir, getting leathers off Got it dead on the streets, better settle boy They could’ve been j**elers the way they be getting metal dog I try to tell them broads I’m a stickin mover They frontin for them flicks, don’t let them pictures fool ya ‘Cause I drop j**els and keep one eye open Like Rick DeRulo, that send me near like Crysesa Munda So excuse you as I cruise through Me and susu and 4-58 going coocoo And I f**ed the baddest, phone book full on who’s who’s Dope boy Pusha T, some n***a used to (Hook) We are R E U P G A N G! Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees Str8 menace like emcee 8’s Send the word out n***a, ain’t a emcee safe We are R E U P G A N G! Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees Str8 menace like emcee 8’s Send the word out n***a, ain’t a emcee safe ‘Cuz we are (Verse) f** them n***as and they thousand dollar issues I’m sick of listening, you could tell it to the pistol No first down when I’m letting off these whistles Remove the chings, not enough? We gon miss you Keep it crystal clear like my ear, Blood diamond, pay homage to these solitaires No remorse, no recourse, married to the game b**h, no divorce Like a catholic, I’m so used to having it Seen n***as skip over stages and they grabbing it My n***as lifers, yo n***as swipers Have no respect for yo white collar indictments We sold dope just to f** b**hes and buy cars Started flippin lunch money tryna buy an azad Your baby mother’s on my tripod Hah! And she got curtains on her iPod