Pusha T - Sweet Freestyle Lyrics

Pusha T - Sweet Freestyle Lyrics

get my chain, get my chain
this good music
you sweet to me: diabetes, peace treaties
breakfast of champions, they need wheaties
carrying the torch, the olympic 4 rings

i’m a javelin throw from the crowning of the king
i hear ‘em whisper like a hummingbird sings

of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring
now the wolves out hunting for your bling
as you preyin’ on the bitches with the lowest self-esteem
it’s a common running theme
victim or vice lord, disciple or black stone
what you looked at christ for?

we in the last days, fire or the ice storm
wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord
lets be honest, the cards on the table
jealousy’s a sin, cain killed abel
backstabber, ceasar had brutus
it’s hard to weed ‘em out
even jesus had judas
gone

Pusha T - Tony Montana (Freestyle) Lyrics

Pusha T - Tony Montana (Freestyle) Lyrics

tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the … don’t loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice …

tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana

started with 28 grams and a hammer
bitch look at me now, tony montana
gave me 2 options, hell or the slammer
they forgot the third, i’m on top, antenna
winter time, bags at the mall, bad santa
…plaza… atlanta
twinkle toe, louis vuitton, hoes love glamour
black and white diamonds in the chain, that’s panda
good music calendar, death jam planner
now everybody fans, in the fields got cameras
of white top on the coup like dandruff
turning k’s over white girls…
… that’s standard,
he asked to get … 20 more, that’s random
see the signs, cut the nigger short, that’s cancer
kill them and kiss his mama chick, that’s manners

tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the … don’t loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice …
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana.

Pusha T Ft. Diddy - Changing Of The Guards Lyrics

Pusha T Ft. Diddy - Changing Of The Guards Lyrics

[diddy]
heavy is the head that wears the crown
these niggas head’s is too light
put the fear of god in these niggas pusha

[pusha t]
its like the changing of the guards
we changing out the frauds
gave these lions heart like my name ended in oz
long time coming, sam cooking up these bars
still eddy caning see the fiends sunk in jaws
pusha ton, pledge allegiance to the raw
no dope dealer that escape without a scar
im buddy lee so lucky me, see i’m home

wish i could jailbreak my team like an iphone
squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
so as i embark, this where the begin start

i write my own happy ending, nigga pen sharp
my life’s a kodak moment, i need a frame for it
the penthouse’s bed needs a crane for it.
im fuckin on it, exotic bitch out the rainforest
so many bitches its a blur, i take the blame for it
god in heaven knows what i feel inside
responsible for all this inner-city genocide
i’ll be damned if i lay ? camp is villify
as i up lift this arch for them ceiling high

i can identify with your one death
we lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath
outsiders looking in like using one ref
my zip cam point of view to you is one step
closer to clarity, not a parody
how cocaine single handedly carried me
escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly
they kick dirt up on my name until they bury me
i just shake it off, then i shake a leg
a lot of time to make up is what jacob said
the fans fell for your act, i tell you break a leg
then guns shots going off that’ll awake the dead
push!

Pusha T - What Dreams Are Made Of Lyrics

Pusha T - What Dreams Are Made Of LyricsLyrics

[verse 1]
to all hustla’s with the same interest
bow your heads as the lord’s mention
prayer service held in the kitchen
i wish they never found jimmy henchmen
i’m what dreams are made of

cocaine ronald gave us
then nancy tried to save us

by that time we had motorola pagers
now we push button start motors
yacht owners, you small ballin, that’s pot water
menage a trois’ in the bath house
blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth
you glass slipper bad whores, i just cash out
you open doors, i open jaws and pass out
luxury is just my lifestyle
i’m scott free with a million dollar bright smile

chorus]
you niggas gettin’ money, i never hear about it
the bricks fell, i skip jail, live to tell about it
i’m what dreams are made of
i’m what dreams are made of
sell that p-ssy to me, i’d rather buy it baby
look at ya purse you need the help, you can’t deny it baby
i’m what dreams are made of
i’m what dreams are made of

[verse 2]
yeah, louboutins under sweats
a hundred just landed on responding to a text
niggas talk money but i’m still unimpressed
when these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
hip hop bores me, hustla’s applaud me
too much school boy, not enough rude boy
nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
and it aint even half of my safe, tuck like jew boy
bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
it says kilometres all on my speedometer
cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
i got the fever, i never took a breather
need a way out like nas needed an ether
like mike vick chased by peta
more pony hairs, more zebras
more pythons, more lizards

[chorus]

Pusha T - I’ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

Pusha T - I’ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

I earned my name just like Marlo
Gripped everywhere at a Flex car show
I declare war, letting all you rappers know
Red light, yellow light, green light, go
Chequered flag shit, matching bag shit
Monaco Grand Prix, snap back backwards
Don C joint with the python accents

The bitch still hissing, snake charmers magic
Some shit dont change, ya life aint like mine
Missin’ dope money sends chills up my spine
Closed the motorised blinds, got a seal and a stamp
B.O. double S’s, that Camaro aint mine that Phantom’s double breasted
Got me feeling like Hov in that bubble Lexus
Back when Dame dropped the duffle off with the records