Artist: Pusha T f/ 50 Cent, Pharrell Album: Fear of God Mixtape Song: Raid Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Pusha T] I'm only in the company of kings I made a power move and it's everything it seems Before 'Ye signed me, I was +getting out my dreams+ Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit folks rush in, three letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A One letter short, but still motherfuck the D.A. We play by the rules as they try to crack the code Combination locks to the kilos that I hold Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji You know where to find me, Greenhouse, a circle of top whores Mandarin, Gansevoort, any of them top floors Thirty-five large, took it right out the top draw Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw [Chorus: Pharrell] It's like raid, spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus Ring, ring, the nigga wanna sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring, the nigga wanna sing 'Less he is an insomniac and dying to dream, huh? [50 Cent] Yeah, you can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from powdered jelly donuts, to taking the most From my high school sweetheart, to fucking with hoes Look I'm all grown up, and I done blown up Nigga ain't much changed, in fact, things are the same I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the Ruger You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I'm a magnet to murder when I'm in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict I'm filthy, drop' Phantom is milky, white on white Twenty-four inch blades, I'm skating, red eye Smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan, nigga, surprise 50 back on fire 50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire [Chorus] [Pusha T] I sit with the liars, duct tape and tires Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire Innocent faces with a shitload of priors Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers Deep-sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price, man that ship sailed Take a breath and head back if that shit fail Drop weight like an anchor then you set sail Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over Engine double scream when I turn the key over Pirellis on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitches double team when I have my sleepovers Eghck, Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit This is tailor-made drug dealer, fiend music Test it on ya tongue or either watch a fiend do it I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it [Chorus]