Pushaman

[Intro: Slaine]
My man got O's for sale
So what the fuck?
I might as well capitalize, right?
I ain't sleeping tonight anyways
You got someone to call on the late night? Call me

[Hook: Jaysaun & Slaine]
(Got that) Smoke if you want to blow, mane
(Got that) Dope, shoot it into your vein
(Got that) Coke, sell it by the rope, mane
I'm your pusherman, I'm your pusherman
(Got that) Heat if you want to pop, mane
(Got that) E if you want to pop, mane
(See police) Sold it to you? Tell 'em nah, mane
(If you ask me) Can't nobody stop me

[Verse 1: Jaysaun]
Tell me, what's it gonna be?
Some Ecstasy or the 40 OCs?
Or five dollar Percocets is what we working with
And I'll show you just how sick, berserk it get
One [ball?] cut with two parts arе nice and tall
Squish tight in the vice, lеt the prices fall
I'm a street pharmacist, so pay homage, kid
The llama spits and demolish the house where your mama lives
We're non-violent, we circulate to drugs like a tyrant
The potato's on the barrel, make the bullets move silent
Quick to wet you up like a hydrant
No water's in the pool, head first you just dive in
Your shells are like salt-water fish, they travel in schools
[?], shrivel like prunes, my baby needs shoes
How can I refuse? I'll buy her whatever moves
I copped the coke by the rope and dope from the accuser
Move it to the losers and drug abusers accused in
Hair with more suction than a Dyson or a Hoover vacuum
Consume more blow than a tuba
And box whoever or whom up like Lou Duva
Feed the pit-bulls you can uber
Toke the dro, smoke out the hookah
High like super fly Snooker
We duct-tape the handle of the Ruger
Discuss your death over a drink at Peter Luger's

[Hook: Jaysaun & Slaine]
(Got that) Smoke if you want to blow, mane
(Got that) Dope, shoot it into your vein
(Got that) Coke, sell it by the rope, mane
I'm your pusherman, I'm your pusherman
(Got that) Heat if you want to pop, mane
(Got that) E if you want to pop, mane
(See police) Sold it to you? Tell 'em nah, mane
(If you ask me) Can't nobody stop me

[Verse 2: Slaine]
Come on, I got a pocket full of rocket fuel
To put you in the hospital when you put it in your nostrils and it's knocking you
Out of your socks and shoes, chasing vodka down with lots of brews
Fuck the coppers watching us, you're watching me? I'm watching you
And the powder, an ounce, hit a town 'til my dollar amounts
Have so many 0's in them that they getting hard to pronounce
Stuck inside a cage with philosophers around
He's a born again Christian, look at the gospels that I found
Jesus christ, I wish I had an easy life
Instead of a pallet full of bills and a sleezy wife
Tell me how the fuck am I supposed to support myself?
Sorting mail, taking the bus in from Roslindale
Broke as fuck- have you seen him lately? George is pale
That's a sad story really, quite an unfortunate tale
Fuck that, you ain't gotta leave this horse to the pale
I'll sell dope to a dopehead 'til I'm scorching in Hell
And this wasn't a choice, I was forced to just sell
So I could eat shrimp and fuck bitches with gorgeous nails
I got forties on the porch for sale
Shit, I'm married to this bitch, I can't divorce her now

[Hook: Jaysaun & Slaine]
(Got that) Smoke if you want to blow, mane
(Got that) Dope, shoot it into your vein
(Got that) Coke, sell it by the rope, mane
I'm your pusherman, I'm your pusherman
(Got that) Heat if you want to pop, mane
(Got that) E if you want to pop, mane
(See police) Sold it to you? Tell 'em nah, mane
(If you ask me) Can't nobody stop me