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Terrence Thornton (born May 13, 1977), better known by his stage name Pusha T, is an American hip hop recording artist and one half of the critically acclaimed hip hop duo Clipse, along with his brother and fellow rapper Gene "No Malice" Thornton. He is also the co-founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Re-Up Records along with his aforementioned brother. In September 2010, he announced his signing to Kanye West's GOOD Music label and on March 21, 2011, released his first solo project, a mixtape titled Fear of God. more »

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2011

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I see you supplyin' the strip
I'm supplyin' the hits
These niggas been fiendin' for this shit

In one short year, I've turned dreams to nightmares
Let the gods of the game know I'm right here
To you new muthafuckas, Buzz Lightyears
Ahead of y'all, so be careful on that tightrope
I inspire all the rappers that you might quote
Lookin' down on you niggas like white folk
You're entitled to believe all your high hopes
When you can fool anybody with the right hoax
Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em
With no pillow, you just sellin' a dream to 'em
Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em
I just laugh at 'em, f*ck is he doin'

[Chorus]
I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it
I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it
I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it
It's so obvious, in my clothes you can smell it

Take a glimpse of my life as I walk through it
Powder everywhere, like I drug the chalk through it
Catty-corner penthouse as I park-view it
Hit the jackpot, bullseye, dart through it
Music, I talk through it, it's an art to it
Let the critics praise, let the charts do it
As I burn through this money, no thought to it
Eighty cents could save a child, but I ain't up to it 
I just shop through it, cook and chop to it
Move Heavy D, I shewop to it
We got our own thing, drop the top to it
This is block music, Wacka Flock to it

[Chorus]

I'm so raw, runnin' from the law
A nigga got rich from what you snort through a straw
Here to raise the bar, chain, no flaws
Say it's whiplash when I let my neck thaw
In the two door, no rims on the car
The hate is so thick, you can cut it with a saw
See what I saw, the best getting better
Look, but can't touch, I'm a muthafuckin' leper
Q dog steppa, Stomp The Yard better
K I L I'm just waiting on a letter
Oh, there it is, let the triple beam measure
Re-Up is the gang and we bettin' whatever

[Chorus]

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