Artist: Pusha T f/ Diddy Album: Fear of God II: Let Us Pray Song: Changing of the Guards Typed by: en13712n@gmail.com [Diddy] Yeah! (Bring the noise! Louder!) Heavy is the head that wears the crown These niggas heads is too light (Bring the noise!) Take that Put the Fear of God in these niggas, Pusha [Pusha T] It's like the changing of the guards We changing out the frauds I gave these lions heart like my name ended in Oz Long time comin', Sam Cookin' up these bars Still Eddy Canin', see the fiends sunk in jaws (Yiuuck) Push a ton, pledge allegiance to the raw Known dope dealer that escaped without a scar (Yes!) I'm Buddy Lee, so lucky me, see I'm home Wish I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone (Wooo!) Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home (Yes!) So as I embark, this where begin start I write my own happy endin', nigga, pen sharp My life's a Kodak moment, I need a frame for it The Penthouse's bed needs a crane for it I'm fuckin' on it, exotic bitch from out the rainforest (Come here, baby) So many bitches it's a blur, I take the blame for it (Wooo!) God in heaven knows what I feel inside Responsible for all this inner-city genocide (Forgive me) I'll be damned if I let Yale campus vilify As I uplift this art form ceilin' high (Take that) I can't identify, with your one death We lose thousands over here, you speakin' one breath Outsiders lookin' in like using one ref (Fuck 'em!) My zip cam point of view to you is one step Closer to clarity, not a parody How cocaine single handedly carried me Escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly They kick dirt up on my name until they bury me (Never) I just shake it off, then I shake a leg A lot of time to make up is what Jacob said (Welcome home, baby! Ha ha!) The fans fell for your act, I tell you break a leg Then guns shots going off that'll awake the dead Push!