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PUSHA T lyrics : "Raid [feat. 50 Cent & Pharrell (The Neptunes)]"

[Pusha T:]
I'm only in the company of Kings
I made a power move and it's everything it seems

Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream
Standing on the shoulders of 20, 000 fiends
Everytime a ^!$$% wanna try and turn a profit

Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it
F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA)
One letter short but still mother$#&@ the DA.

We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold
Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete

Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top !@^%s

Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors
35 large took you right out the top draw
Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw


[Pharrell:]
It's like rain, spraying on you roaches

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A ^!$$% wanna sing but he is the dopest
Watch that ^!$$% disappear, hocus pocus

Ring, ring the ^!$$% wanna sing
Ring, ring, I keep that (*##$ clean
Ring, ring the ^!$$% wanna sing

Unless he is an insomniac, he dying to dream

[50 Cent:]

You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most

From my high school sweetheart to $#&@ing with hoes
Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up
^!$$% ain't much changed, in fact, things are the same

I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger
You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood

Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I'm bad news, you ^!$$%s know the verdict, I'm filthy
Drop Phantom is milky

White on white, 24 inch blades of steel
Red eye smoking that bomb %#@!
^!$$%s surprised, 50 back on fire

50 back running round this (*##$ strapped
Hitman for hire


[Hook]

[Pusha T:]

I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres
Been lost their soul
They just waiting on the fire

Innocent faces with a %#@! load of prior's
Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers
Deep sea dive for the fishscale

Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale
Take a record head back if that %#@! fail
Drop weight like an anchor than you set sail

Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
Engine double scream when I turn the key over
Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller

(*##$e's double team when I have my sleep over's
Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music

Test it on ya tongue or watch a fiend do it
I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it


[Hook]

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