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The Pump Lyrics

Hold up...
???.. just spittin' that new school
And I ain't changin' the game, I'm just giving it new rules
Straight from Jerz, it's that kid--
And the whole hood was hyped about ya album 'til we heard that s***, yup..
Stay in ya lane, y'all fold- that's plain as paper
Nah- it's paper plain.. no we we ain't the same
Play Ashton, and punk me losers..
I'll dot ya face up, now u Punky Brewster..
lighthyears ahead and beyond
scratch that, cause i'm lightyears ahead of my comp.
scratch that, it'll take em like 'yeah' lightyears to comp
and even that right there's a comp
(now think about it..)
n***** got lip, but it ain't no problem..
I'll get clips, that look like it aint no bottom
Dudes run around like ya heartless.. all'ya..
'Til I go and get the Maggy, not Marges daughter
n**** ain't nice.. y'all are garbage- all'ya..
And I'm done wit this "game" his a cartridge for ya
See him in the hoop, boys blowing ears all hard
2 forty's on his lap, not the sports bar
Industry is fased at'cha
Interscope's rockin'...
One is now Def Jam, and Def Jam's Arista
Speakin of- try to jerk me well
Come back a buck 50 ! not first week sales (... nigguh!)
... guys and ya metaphors, i'm tired of metaphors
Rummaged thru ya mixtapes, I said 'em all..
So as far as these new rappes? I breed 'em all
Gave 'em style to run wit (but!) now it's done wit
That sounds old Joe..
If n***** can't tell that I'm the best..
Then they hating tryna clown ol' Joe
Or they PC prolly download slow... (but!)
Keep talkin' til a John Doe spot 'em
Or u hit a n**** wit the long nose like Blossom..
Iron ain't a thing, i'm always by myself..
Never no security, and I ain't in a gang..
Know the bloods, know the crips-- vice lords, and latin kings
Respect they theme, but i know blue and red make green !
And I'm about a buck.. ion't give a f*** !
I'll bet Remy in battle, all u b****** wit Luck
f****- I got that ignorant s*** u like
But Clue keep censoring the s*** do right..
Top of the gun slide, recline and revolve 'em duke
And u'll have 99 problems too !
Truce? wanna hit me on the cell, i'm t-mo'
Or sleep with the fishes, u can help find Nemo
It's armies on the strip, and it's war on the streets
So cop something that'll help u be all u can be.
Ya-heard?!
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The Album Before The Album (2007)