Pushin Bun B (Ft. Jeezy & Scarface)

[Chorus]
Pushin', keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'

[Intro: Bun B]
Say man I don't give a fuck about the feds
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hubba trade and the sergeant of snow (snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'