Push It

Push It - Rick Ross

Ross

(push it to the limit)

Port of miami (uhhh)

Importing the candy (uhhh)

Aint got nothign to lose (nah)

I m just supporting my family

Never traffic for fun (fun)

Only traffic for funds (funds)

All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)

Its like im trapped in this slum

Niggas were badly paid

No water we barely bathed

Better be better days on the way

Thats on my daddy grave

Im pushing the hard (hard)

Im pushing the soft (south)

If he pushin the white (lie)

He pushin for ross (ross)

I waited and waited (waited)

I dun ran outta patience (patience)

They hated and hated

Left em slow dancing with satin

Fresh in my white tee

Mac eleven sware to god

I bought my first block

Broke it down and tore the block apart

I push and i push (push)

I ride and i ride (ride)

Tryna survive on 95

Put it all on the line (line)

At the drop of a dime (dime)

I be pushin them whips (whips)

Yes, three at a time

Im pushin it (push)

I gotta (push it to the limit)

I handle dope like a vandle off the banana boat

Bananas and the rifles

No cameras im just a man alone

I paid dues my moves done made news

Im smooth my suede shoes

They new like ray-cial s

Nobody used to speak (speak)

Now everybody wave (wave)

You dunk your mamma house (house)

You set your sister straight (straight)

Im building a dream (dream)

With elevators in it

Tell who made the linen

No gators got on my hater vision

I see ya, i see ya suckas (suckas)

I see ya clear (clear)

I know you see me in that phantom

Whiter then vaneers

Allergic to broke (broke)

Determined to blow (blow)

On the boat we hit the work n detergent and soap (uhhh)

We ship em from haiti

They be whipping em daily

Let it dry let it dry time to whip a mercedes

Im changin my range (ross)

Here to rain you parade (parade)

You gotta push it to the limit

If you wanna be paid

We started minute

The money matured

My money secured

I got moneys in europe

My bundles be pure

Cost like a hundred a pour

The world is yours

Hundred million and more

Now i run the streets (ross)

They all mine (ross)

Twleve years over due

Call it due time

I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier (uhhh)

You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder

Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra (uhhh)

Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin the culture

We breakin the mold (mold)

We push and we push (push)

We breaking the hold