Letra Str8 up menace (remix) Pusha T

Str8 up menace (remix)

Featuring Curt@!n$

(Intro)
I’m a str8 up menace gyeah
I’m a str8 up menace gyeah
As I get my emcee 8 on

(Hook)
We are R E U P G A N G!
Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees
Str8 menace like emcee 8’s
Send the word out nigga, ain’t a emcee safe
We are R E U P G A N G!
Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees
Str8 menace like emcee 8’s
Send the word out nigga, ain’t a emcee safe
‘Cuz we are

(Verse)
Let’s race to the most higher, today I’m feelin right
Money, clothes, hoes, just a day in the line
When that paper ceiling high, might blow it in the night
Let my bitch taste that cake too, today I’m feeling iced
Rubber band bands got a nigga feelin like
It’s a Bentley in my jeans, welcome squares to the light
It’s bad on the anthem, young niggas like Mike
If you flashin and they owe Jackson for that ice
I feel the pressure like the devil tryna get us all
Fashion killer all noir, getting leathers off
Got it dead on the streets, better settle boy
They could’ve been jewelers the way they be getting metal dog
I try to tell them broads I’m a stickin mover
They frontin for them flicks, don’t let them pictures fool ya
‘Cause I drop jewels and keep one eye open
Like Rick DeRulo, that send me near like Crysesa Munda
So excuse you as I cruise through
Me and susu and 4-58 going coocoo
And I fucked the baddest, phone book full on who’s who’s
Dope boy Pusha T, some nigga used to

(Hook)
We are R E U P G A N G!
Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees
Str8 menace like emcee 8’s
Send the word out nigga, ain’t a emcee safe
We are R E U P G A N G!
Murdering whacks – how we ate emcees
Str8 menace like emcee 8’s
Send the word out nigga, ain’t a emcee safe
‘Cuz we are

(Verse)
Fuck them niggas and they thousand dollar issues
I’m sick of listening, you could tell it to the pistol
No first down when I’m letting off these whistles
Remove the chings, not enough? We gon miss you
Keep it crystal clear like my ear,
Blood diamond, pay homage to these solitaires
No remorse, no recourse, married to the game bitch, no divorce
Like a catholic, I’m so used to having it
Seen niggas skip over stages and they grabbing it
My niggas lifers, yo niggas swipers
Have no respect for yo white collar indictments
We sold dope just to fuck bitches and buy cars
Started flippin lunch money tryna buy an azad
Your baby mother’s on my tripod
Hah! And she got curtains on her iPod