Pushin Weight Remix Lyrics

Pushin Weight Remix

featuring Gilly the Kid Noreaga

[Clark Kent]
What if I get that nigga
Ice Cube to do another joint?
With my nigga Noreaga this time (Thugged
Out)
And my nigga from Philly Lil' Gil?
Niggas don't know what the fuck's
gon' happen next
Y'all niggas might just have problems these niggas bout to
shit

[Noreaga]
Ay yo Iraq shit yo I own that land
With a Lord
Amiya like the rest of the clan
My man Karate Kai, he like still in the
can
Bless this, go to U.I. like the rest of the fam
These little niggas
growin up, straight diggin they lives
Ain't really fuckin with the two, now
they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the hood mad at me
Cause I went
from Nore to your majesty
The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up
with
And the same motherfuckers that I grew up with
Had free lunch with,
played stickball with
Now-a-days they like Papi on some frontin shit
Fuck
Noreaga, now I'm Melvin Flynt
Yo The Hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a
hustler
(Damn) Niggas that'll love ya, and straight touch ya
Yo its
drastic, hit you with the glock plastic
What, run you over with the
van-tastic
N-O-R-E, spit rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ?dunn gone dead?
wanna run with me
Every pass you throw will get intercepted
International
thug, you're just domestic
I drink Shmirnoff, alcohol infected. Its
like...

Chorus: Ice Cube and Noreaga
[Noreaga: 'what what' in
background continuously]

Cube: I push rhymes like weight
I push
rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah!
*repeat 3X*

[Ice Cube]
I heard you
stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck from the schrapnel
I'm pushin
weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)
Got you
motherfuckers lookin shitty again (be-atch)
See that nigga Noreaga got them
zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin shit bags
For life, nigga we
could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast
mics
Talk about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the
underboss
Always I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't nothin
but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - Poppa Doc
And ask every
freak you know: who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I take
vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about
the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong
will
survive
Fuck The Source and the Vibe (Fuck em)
We don't ride, we
drive-by
We Westside, nigga realize, we alive
So you can get beef,
Lewinsky
Double-double say cheese, butt naked
please

Chorus

[Gilly The Kid]
Yo, Its a shame though, lil'
niggas messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same
flow (Gilly rule!)
I die in the streets thats how the game go
I'ma tell
you one more time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you blast but you
aim low
A ground shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women,
gorgeous feet, with round hooters
You was born to fail, gonna die around
losers
Bitch niggas get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine
Benz September of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the
waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your safe
See you
really are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas start snitchin
at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with
the eight
At both of your kneecaps, where your weave be at (Damn)
You
little sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
Went to jail, Got A Story
To Tell, now you Biggie?
See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the
maybes
I'm the real thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy fake diamonds,
fake shinin
And if you got less than nine and a half, you fake
grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, Cube, and
Nore
A whole different story

Chorus