Push The Line - Styles P, Whispers, Sheek Louch

Tryna get my mind right out here

Put in my work and collect

(Hahaha)

I like to eat

I like to have a good time

Vinny Idol, nigga

Couple thou' in the sweats

Nice watch, nice coupe, loud on the set

You ain’t built for this shit, you ain’t allowed in the set (Uh-uh)

Told my mom I’m a G and proud of this shit (I'm a G)

My mentality was warped

Twenty years later, my mentality is sauce (Sauce)

Whole crew drip, test us, you a corpse

Nobody wanna die but somebody wanna kill

Anybody but your body’ll probably be a thrill (Thrill)

Y’all niggas is on somethin', probably be a pill

Who am I to judge?

I already know the deal

D.A.

gave the deal and the judge gave the sentencin'

You gotta do the time, now you want a nigga killed?

(You want him killed)

I know the pain from the slums (The pain)

I seen the pain from a gun (I seen it)

Yeah, I’m familiar with it all

You wanna ball but you dealin' with the killers in the hall

Wanna stall on 'em but you won’t be the one to take a fall (Don't do that)

Then you get a strap, and you let that shit clap

And the word spread around that you was with it all (You was with it)

Now you on the corner thinkin' you a winner

But you could be a goner, it’s hotter than a sauna (Hot)

I’ma tell you, «Slow down, nigga

And watch them low-down niggas that keep the four pound, nigga»

Ghost

You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone

Most homies don’t make it back from where we call home

You ready to die, homie?

Meet me at the crossroads

Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line (Ooh-ooh)

Push a line (Ooh-ooh)

You ready to die, homie?

Meet me at the crossroads

An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line

Couple pounds in the crib

Gun on the kitchen table, rounds in the fridge

Run up in the place on some home invasion shit

You gon' be the cocksucker that they found in the ditch (Cocksucker)

I say, «Peace» and move the whole thing (Peace)

The new God born from the old king

I don’t wear a nose ring (Uh uh) but I let the nose ring

Beat you with the butt of the gun, you niggas sewing

Crafty, knowin' the game sticky like taffy (Sticky)

I could show the man to the plug, he might blast me (He might)

Police could put a nigga in cuffs, still blast me

I ain’t tellin' nobody shit they ain’t ask me

Don’t ask me shit, my nigga, it’s in my cash fee

A smart man is known to drive from the backseat

Have you niggas runnin' and jumpin' like you athletes

I’ma let the first shot off like it’s a track meet

Ghost

You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone

Most homies don’t make it back from where we call home

You ready to die, homie?

Meet me at the crossroads

Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line (Ooh-ooh)

Push a line (Facts) (Ooh-ooh)

You ready to die, homie?

(That's a lot you don’t need then) Meet me at the

crossroads

An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

(Let them motherfuckin' monkeys out)

Push the line

Good with some smart niggas, most of them have no brain

Didn’t graduate, but niggas move that cocaine

Couple things I did I regret but I’m not sane

One thing I did was show niggas that I’m not playin'

'Member I was young playin' tag, it was mad hot (No doubt)

Used to see my dad comin' in and out the crack spot

Nigga act tough, jump out, then he get shot

Yardy in the window yellin' out, «What the bloodclot?»

Oh my God, I caught a case again (Oh my God)

Bullshit judge tryna see my face again (Woo)

Ran with a lot on me, here from eight in there

See this gun wrap?

They won’t make it there (D-Block)

Push the line (Ayy)

Ain’t speak to you in years, you ain’t no friend of mine (Uh-uh)

Only Styles P and Jada, bitch, bottom line

Black hoody, black skully, winter time

Oh, push the line

You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone

Most homies don’t make it back from where we call home

You ready to die, homie?

Meet me at the crossroads

Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line (Ooh-ooh)

Push a line (Ooh-ooh)

You ready to die, homie?

Meet me at the crossroads

An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line