Chains ’n Whips Clipse (Ft. No Malice)

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Uncle said, "nigga, you must be sick
All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You run from the spirit of repossession
Too much enamel covers your necklace
I buy bitches, you buy ’em sections
You buy watches, I buy collections
Misery's fuelin' your regression
Jealousy’s turnin' into obsession
Reality TV is mud wrestlin'
Some signed checks, I know better than
Beware of my name, that there is delegate
You know I know where you're delicate
Crush you to pieces, I home a breath of it
I will close your Heaven for the hell of it
You'd think it'd be valor amongst veterans
I'm watchin' your fame escape relevance
We all in the room, but here’s the elephant
You chasin’ a feature out of your element
And those lab diamonds under inspection
The question marks block your blessings
There's no tombstones in the desert
I know by now you get the message