The Pump

Lyrics

[Intro] And he still got Jerz on his back Two-oh-one Nine-seven-three-nine-oh-eight [Verse] Hold up [?] just spittin' that new school And I ain't changin' the game, I'm just givin' it new rules Straight from Jerz, it's that kid And the whole hood was hype about ya album 'til we heard that shit, yup Stay in ya lane, y'all fold, that's plain As paper, nah, it's paper plane, nah, we ain't the same Play Ashton, and punk me losers And I'll dot ya face up, now you Punky Brewster Light-years ahead and beyond, scratch that 'Cause I'm light-years ahead of my comp, scratch that It'll take 'em like 'yeah', light-years to comp And even that right there's a comp, now think about it Niggas got lip, but it ain't no problem I'll get clips that look like it ain't no bottom Dudes run around like a heartless [?] 'Til I go and get the Maggy, not Marge's daughter Niggas ain't nice, y'all are garbage all year And I'm done with this game, here's a cartridge for ya See him in a hoop, boys blowing ears all hard Two forty's on his lap, not the sports bar Industry is [?], Interscope's rockin' Warner is now Def Jam and Def Jam's Arista Speakin of, try to jerk me, well Come back a buck fifty, not first week sales, nigga Is this what you want? Guys and ya metaphors, I'm tired of metaphors Rummaged through your mixtape, I said 'em all So as far as these new rappes? I bred 'em all Gave 'em style to run wit', but now it's done wit' That sounds old Joe If niggas can't tell that I'm the best then they hatin', tryna clown ol' Joe Or they PC prolly download slow, but Keep talkin' 'til a John Doe spot 'em Or you hit a nigga with 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, I don't give a fuck I'll beat Remy in battle, all you bitches with luck Fucks, I got that ignorant shit you like But Clue keep censoring the shit do right Top of the gun slide, recline and revolve 'em [?] and you'll have ninety-nine problems too Truce? Wanna hit me on the cell, I'm T-Mo' Or sleep with the fishes, you can help find Nemo It's armies on the strip, and it's wars on the streets So cop some'in' that help you be all you can be Ya heard? [Outro] This easy, man. This shit is way too easy, [?]. I do this shit almost like for a sport, man. Rap circles around niggas, man, easy. Matter fact, nah, let it run. [?]