Push It

Ross

Port of Miami

Port of my candy

Ain't got nothing to lose (nah)

We suppotin' the family

Never traffic for fun (fun)

Only traffic for funds (funds)

All I seen was the struggle (struggle)

Its like I'm trapped in this slum

Niggas were badly paid

No water we barely bathed

Better be better days on the way

That's on my damn grave

I'm pushing it hard (hard)

I'm pushing it south (south)

If he pushing a line (line)

He pushin for Ross (Ross)

I waited and waited (waited)

I done ran outta patience (patience)

They hated and hated

Left 'em slow dancing with Satan

Fresh in my white tee

Mac eleven swear to god

I bought my first block

Broke it down and tore the block apart

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I push and I push (Push)

I ride and I ride (ride)

Trying' to survive on 95

Put it all on the line (line)

At the drop of a dime (dime)

I be pushing them whips (whips)

Yes, three at a time

I'm pushing it (Push)

I'm pushing it (Push)

I'm pushing it (Push)

I gotta

I'm pushing it (Push)

I'm pushing it (Push)

I'm pushing it (Push)

I gotta

I handle dope like a Vandal off the banana boat

Bananas and the rifles

No cyphers I'm just the man to know

I paid dues my moves done made moves

I'm smooth my suede shoes

They new like ?

Nobody used to speak (speak)

Now everybody wave (wave)

You dunk your mama house (house)

You set your sister straight (straight)

I'm building a dream (dream)

With elevators in it

Tell who made the linen

No gators got on my hater vision

I see ya, I see ya suckers (suckers)

I see ya clear (clear)

I know you see me in that phantom

Whiter then veneers

Allergic to broke (broke)

Determined to blow (blow)

On the boat we hit the working detergent and soap

We ship it from Haiti

Baby I'm whipping them baby's

Let it dry later try to whip a Mercedes

Arrange my Range (Range)

Y'all can't arrange a parade (parade)

You gotta push it to the limit

If you wanna be paid

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We started minute

The money matured

My money secured

I got bunnies in Europe

My bubbles be pure

Cost like a hundred a pour

The world is yours

Hundred million and more

Now I run the streets (Ross)

They all mine (Ross)

Twelve years over due

Call it two time

I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier

You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder

Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah

Or that boy Rick Ross would be moldin' the culture

I push and I push (Push)

We breaking the mold (mold)

We push and we push (Push)

We breaking the hold

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