[Intro: Pusha T]
Yeah
In closing:
Effortless shit
The ultimate flow, y'know
Ugh
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Life is what you make it, your flows are makeshift
I draw this off inspiration, you trace shit
Patience been my life story
They say the trials almost over, and I can taste the glory
It's hard to ignore me with this big-ass chain
Or this bright-ass watch, all this big-ass bling
One thing about it, see, this more than a name
Say, "To hell with the verses," still the Re-Up Gang
Two-zero-comma-five a key
The peace symbol, front of the V
Fuck gold digger bitches, my Giuseppe freaks, ugh!
Mama, I means no harm
You lack class and charm, but I ain't got it either
Accustomed to a certain way of living
Only know two ways of getting: Either rap or unwrap
If you ain't get it, you ain't live it
So if you ain't get it your money tall as midget, P!
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh? (Yeah-ah, can-non!)
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Verse 2: Sandman]
Accustomed to the luxuries that cheese bring
I'm a grown man, baby, at heart, still finding myself teething
The big faces got me fucked up
I admit I'm too weak to stay broke, say, "Fuck it" and suck it up
So I worked out with some niggas from my strip
Started off slow, we was all curlin' nicks
Couple months later, I was deadlifting bricks
Then, I added more weight with intent to get bigger
Now, I floss on chicks and intimidate niggas
Stack cheddar in the safe like records in the crates
I cut with two TECs, turntables, and fade y'all
Little-minded niggas think short and stay small
My team ball like A.I. and stay fly
With our eyes on the prize
(Even thought we getting money, we'll) Size up ya squad
Ride on y'all and divide up the pies, then maintain our rides
What!
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Verse 3: Malice]
All the money in the world, and I ain't fulfilled
But what could be missing? I mean, the wrist on chill
The neck all frozen, I should feel like the chosen
Waterfront home, overlooking the ocean
All these hues, one should be humored and amused
But more often than not, I find myself confused
Cruising in that drop, and still, I feel
As if I'm nothing more than a hamster in a wheel
Enough with the women—they don't see past the chain
I don't see past the ass, two can play the game
Gotta thank God for 'caine, I guess that's the twist
'Cause if I never sold, my rhymes would sound like this:
[Break: Malice]
You know, I just be standing here looking funny, nothing to say
A bunch of air and shit
[Verse 3 (cont'd): Malice]
It's like a double-edged sword, a catch-22
You damned if you don't; you damned if you do
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Verse 4: Ab-Liva]
Ex-dope dealer, the "X" being the quotient
Dividing the product by the motion that I'm moving
Once it coasts off the ocean
A poor potion, the black man's anchor
And we don't own tankers
But the trinkets that we buy is gon' sink us
This dope thinker is torn; I’m at odds with myself
And no matter what I buy, I can't pardon myself
Pardon my wealth, my armwear charm
Here, I contradict myself, but I was honest here
I feel I'm tarnished here, but I'm a smooth nigga
Check my walk, you love my swagger
I plays my part, the creme-de-la-creme, raised my art
Who fucking with I? Touch I, must I
Simply clear my throat, the king that can't hush I, plus I
Got these niggas under pressure, got they eyes bloodshot
Blood hot, they boiling, R-E-U-P
Gang, four brothers like we blood-tied
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Outro: Pusha T]
Yeah, niggas
The ultimate flow, you know
Re-up Gang, you know
We Got It 4 Cheap, Volume 2
This the Black Card Era
Nobody fucking with Sandman, nigga
Nobody fucking with Liva nigga
Nobody fucking with Malice, nigga
Nobody fuckin with Skateboard P, nigga
And you know me
Don't even try it
Neighborhood Push
Yeah
In closing:
Effortless shit
The ultimate flow, y'know
Ugh
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Life is what you make it, your flows are makeshift
I draw this off inspiration, you trace shit
Patience been my life story
They say the trials almost over, and I can taste the glory
It's hard to ignore me with this big-ass chain
Or this bright-ass watch, all this big-ass bling
One thing about it, see, this more than a name
Say, "To hell with the verses," still the Re-Up Gang
Two-zero-comma-five a key
The peace symbol, front of the V
Fuck gold digger bitches, my Giuseppe freaks, ugh!
Mama, I means no harm
You lack class and charm, but I ain't got it either
Accustomed to a certain way of living
Only know two ways of getting: Either rap or unwrap
If you ain't get it, you ain't live it
So if you ain't get it your money tall as midget, P!
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh? (Yeah-ah, can-non!)
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Verse 2: Sandman]
Accustomed to the luxuries that cheese bring
I'm a grown man, baby, at heart, still finding myself teething
The big faces got me fucked up
I admit I'm too weak to stay broke, say, "Fuck it" and suck it up
So I worked out with some niggas from my strip
Started off slow, we was all curlin' nicks
Couple months later, I was deadlifting bricks
Then, I added more weight with intent to get bigger
Now, I floss on chicks and intimidate niggas
Stack cheddar in the safe like records in the crates
I cut with two TECs, turntables, and fade y'all
Little-minded niggas think short and stay small
My team ball like A.I. and stay fly
With our eyes on the prize
(Even thought we getting money, we'll) Size up ya squad
Ride on y'all and divide up the pies, then maintain our rides
What!
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Verse 3: Malice]
All the money in the world, and I ain't fulfilled
But what could be missing? I mean, the wrist on chill
The neck all frozen, I should feel like the chosen
Waterfront home, overlooking the ocean
All these hues, one should be humored and amused
But more often than not, I find myself confused
Cruising in that drop, and still, I feel
As if I'm nothing more than a hamster in a wheel
Enough with the women—they don't see past the chain
I don't see past the ass, two can play the game
Gotta thank God for 'caine, I guess that's the twist
'Cause if I never sold, my rhymes would sound like this:
[Break: Malice]
You know, I just be standing here looking funny, nothing to say
A bunch of air and shit
[Verse 3 (cont'd): Malice]
It's like a double-edged sword, a catch-22
You damned if you don't; you damned if you do
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Verse 4: Ab-Liva]
Ex-dope dealer, the "X" being the quotient
Dividing the product by the motion that I'm moving
Once it coasts off the ocean
A poor potion, the black man's anchor
And we don't own tankers
But the trinkets that we buy is gon' sink us
This dope thinker is torn; I’m at odds with myself
And no matter what I buy, I can't pardon myself
Pardon my wealth, my armwear charm
Here, I contradict myself, but I was honest here
I feel I'm tarnished here, but I'm a smooth nigga
Check my walk, you love my swagger
I plays my part, the creme-de-la-creme, raised my art
Who fucking with I? Touch I, must I
Simply clear my throat, the king that can't hush I, plus I
Got these niggas under pressure, got they eyes bloodshot
Blood hot, they boiling, R-E-U-P
Gang, four brothers like we blood-tied
[Chorus: Sandman]
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
[Outro: Pusha T]
Yeah, niggas
The ultimate flow, you know
Re-up Gang, you know
We Got It 4 Cheap, Volume 2
This the Black Card Era
Nobody fucking with Sandman, nigga
Nobody fucking with Liva nigga
Nobody fucking with Malice, nigga
Nobody fuckin with Skateboard P, nigga
And you know me
Don't even try it
Neighborhood Push
( Re-Up Gang )
www.ChordsAZ.com