The Re-Up Gang - 20K Money Making Brothers On The Corner

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damn straight my nigga 757.

[Pusha-T:]
It's the Re-Up Gang rollers -- yeah you know us!
Push-Ton-Key is back with the baking soda,
Stretch the work in the pot, the powder practice yoga,
Then wrap it up over they heads, the flow is like a pole vault.

[Pusha-T, cont'd:]
Raisin' the bar, I'm Tiger below par,
I'm the Hidden Dragon in Crouchin' Tiger with that raw,
From off Beems to Gulfstreams, who fucking with my golf swing?
Yuchh! All you niggas is my offspring
From yea tall, I was M-J-G with the 8-ball,
A livin' legend, I played them keys like Ray Charles,
You can't copy the style, or even trace off,
They want a Pusha-T-Mardi-Gras mask, like in "Face-Off"!

[Ab-Liva:]
It's Re-Up Gang Hov, Mr. Album Of The Year,
Yet I still push powder, got talcum everywhere,
My crooks, my hustlas, my thugs, my peers,
When that G-4 fly in my eyes and my ears,
New chains, new jewels, new cars with new years,
See the Gs, D & G s, L. V. s, on the tees,
On the jeans, on the sleeves, of the shirts I wear,
See that B-Wing spread across the hood I steeer.

[Ab-Liva, cont'd:]
See I cheer for the bad guys, rejoice,
In the hood, it's black tears, in my sad eyes as I cruise through,
Top off, living the fast life, the fast lane,
Fifth gear on you, I pass by, I move it like...
[Chorus]

If you ever seen me, cookin' in the kitchen
You would think I was Houdini - get liquid from the rock
Life's a BEACH, it's lookin' like some sand in the pot,
All daddy see is Franklins while watchin' the tan drop.
Turquoise rock band, Aquaman watch - she's flawless,
And I pretend why? Wouldn't I,
Quarterback the Dolphins, pass off to my flippas while I'm flossin',
And aggravate and agitate you niggas;

You shold write the lyrics to "Cross the border"

[Sandman, cont'd:]
Connected to this way of getting churdder,
Chasing my treasure; is that enough?
Good math, like coke measure,
I bag up the work, double my sums,
Triple the work, quadruple the guns, and I only sell...HARD!