Cry Now Re-Up Gang

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Cry now motherfuckers before I verse
Counting money on the camera like the Chambers brothers
The apex of this rap shit none above us
Volume 3 just a warning better run for cover
Cuz what's to come is like none other
We the first and the last bitch marking with them asteriks
Two albums in what the hunger of a draft pick
Flow so scattered they cohesion like magic
Death is all that's left I know the feeling of classic
Ask it amongst any one of your peers
Who ain't got a drop in years and still feared
Who ain't got a record out magazine niggas talking about
In the climate wher most rap niggas just walk it out
Ain't no king drilling cheek turning and talking out
? tempt they still lynchin' in the south
My niggas here me out


[Verse 2: Sandman]
Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Flesh melts off if you dont move right
Serves you right, take it if you stand it
Take it for granted your own life
Why spare you niggas alive faking moves
Acting like ? they're real use a Treadmill nigga
When you stand still you're in somebody's way
And some money's ? hit with somebody's K
(blocka blocka blocka blocka)
Them shots will chop them the proper
Ain't gotta find 'em to give them our ?
???
He could be led for real you ain't never safe
On your porch with your torch turn you leatherface
Reverse it the worth shit blood start squirtin'
Next shots your salvation's damnation now
I cornered you the coroner breaks you down
So horrible our article breaks it down
I front page news you dues smooth you lose
The six foot cubicle ? your body died playing ?
R.G-A-N-G then got me