Re-Up Gang 20k Money Making Brothers on the Corner Lyrics

[Hook]

We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD
We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD
We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD
We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD

[Pusha T:]
It's the Re-Up Gang Rollers
yea you know us
Push-ton-ki is back with the baking soda
stretched the work in the pot,
the powder practice yoga
the rappin over their heads,
the flow is like the pole vault
raisin the bar, im tiger below par
im the hidden dragon and crouchin tiger with that raw
from off beams to gulf streams, who f___in with my golf swing?
yuch! all you n____s is my offspring
from ye tall i was in MJG with the 8ball
a livin legend i played them keys like ray charles
you can't copy the style, or even trace off,
they wanna pusha t mardi gras mask like a face off

[Ab-Liva:]
It's Re-Up Gang move, Mr. Album of the year
yet i still push powder, got talcum everywhere
my ???, My hustles, my thugs, my peers,
when i g4 flight in my eyes and my ears
new chains, new jewels, new cars, new years
see the G's, D&G's, LV's on the tees
on the jeans, on the sleeves
of the shirts I wear
see that B-Wing spread across the hood, i steer
see i cheer for the bad guys, rejoice in the hood,
there's balck tears in my sad eyes
i cruise through top off
livin the fast life
the fast lane, 5th gear on you , i pass by, I move it like

[Hook]

We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD
We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD
We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD
We sell it
HARD HARD HARD, HARD HARD

[Sandman:]
if you ever seen me
cookin in the kithcen
you would think i was houdini
??? ??? ???
life's a beach
n____ like some sand in the pot
oh daddy, see his franklins while watchin the tan drop
?? drop bam, aquaman watch
its flawless, ???
wouldn't i?
quarterback the dolphins, pass off to my flippers
while im flossin, and aggravatin, agitatin n____s
connected to this way of gettin chedda
chasin my treasure,
it's addin up, good math like quote measure
i bag up the work, double my sums
triple the work, quadrupled the guns
and I only sell HARD

[Malice:]
I side step the bull like a matador
raised yall like my sons, yea atta boy
and wit all of yall facades
fathered so many styles, im handin out cigars
yea, any n____ got a prob?
paint the town red, bullets come in a barrage
ghetto superstar like I'm Praz
big chain around my neck, like i'm fresh off the Omastad
i'm not a part of your c__e rap genre
i put it in the pot it come back like karma
nice with the flip, ever since it's genesis
and we won't stop, till you give us free like the Jena Six

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