We Know Re-Up Gang

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Pusha Ton or you can call me "ZipLock"
Yellow with the blue make green when the coke drop
Fifteen years old cookin' raw rock
Mama gettin' mad cause I was fuckin' up her gold pots
Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
Mongoose bicycle, I was stuffin' junkie pipes
Graduated now I get it for the askin' price
'Me no speaky English' if your fuckin' cash is right
Dey know yayo
Pedro, Louise, Lee Lee. Me Amigos
Oh! You niggas talkin' but you ain't never seen them
Imagine bein' on first name basis with the kingpin
You middle-mannin' and I'm touchin' the hands of the growers
From Texas to Tijuana, motherfuckers know us
Dryer sheets line the trunk to disguise the odor
Your price is low but I bet my number shorty lower

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Liva nigga heater man
Nickname, the Cheetah man
Like Ishmael with fishscale
Got it off that Peter Pan
Rob Peter, paid Paul
Played soft, faced loss
Oz I pitch, like a friendly game of baseball
Trade off cars with the tops off
Blaze off, grown man the paper player
Never turn that chase off
Young nigga sold dope, sold soap
Sold hope, bottled in that capsule
Nigga, got it from my old folk
10 Crack Commandments, see. Listen to the old GOAT
Louis this, Gucci that. Labels hold them logos
Learn from the old pros, prison is a no-go
New tires low-pro, shopping up at SoHo
BBC, PlayCloths, Jays on, days old
Five pair, one tied, retro with the lace hole
24s sittin' high, chrome with the brake holes
Re-Up Gang run it, it ain't over til we say so