| Pushin' |
| Keep on pushin' |
| I’ve got to keep on pushin' |
| Say man I don’t give a fuck 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' |
| Well it’s the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) |
| They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass 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 tank or the tire (Tire) |
| Before a motherfucker 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 nigga 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 nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) |
| I did the city thing plus I played it out of state |
| Either way a nigga 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 nigga gotta keep on pushin' |
| 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 |
| When I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz 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 fuck it, that’s how it is, shit |
| 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 nigga on his hustle bout to rise |
| I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five |
| A week went by, and a nigga 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 nigga bakin' with holes in his door |
| Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold |
| Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I’mma |