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Terrence Thornton (born May 13, 1977), better known by his stage name Pusha T, is an American hip hop recording artist and one half of the critically acclaimed hip hop duo Clipse, along with his brother and fellow rapper Gene "No Malice" Thornton. He is also the co-founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Re-Up Records along with his aforementioned brother. In September 2010, he announced his signing to Kanye West's GOOD Music label and on March 21, 2011, released his first solo project, a mixtape titled Fear of God. more »

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Let's go
Ah, let's go
You know what this is
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay, look

We don't do no price talk 'cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners
First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it
Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it
If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter
I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh
To really make these type of checks, I took my chances
When I was scramblin' without no license
Yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell O's
But now I outsell shows, to the Feds, the trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home
I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones
Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow
She countin' up, when the bitch got to 50, her nail broke
They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on a sailboat, uh
And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
That's your bitch, but I'm not a nigga she tell no (yeah)
'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though

I'm nothin' like you new gangsters, pointin' guns at the camera (never)
I bet you niggas practice in the mirror, brick of money to your earlobe
Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though
They say a hero's nothin' but a sandwich
The .488 comin' through like the Prayin' Mantis
My bitches got standards
It's fair in love and war, it's okay to f*ck a scammer
As long as he empty the bag like black Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tana's, pick a Tamara
The purple in my rainbow is amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week
With an 80/20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50/50? You ain't half of me
Benny the Butcher comin' after me, Push

I flooded my corner
I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
The .488 comin' through like the Prayin' Mantis
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
As long as he empty the bag
As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa
I used to sell O's, Black Santa
I used to sell O's, only I can coke rap this glamorous
This-this glamorous
Benny the Butcher, Push, Benny the Butcher, Push

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