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Hear Me Out

 

Hear Me Out

(albüm: Exclusive Audio Footage (The Unreleased Album) - 2000)


[Verse 1 Pusha T]
I be the first one to bust, first one you lust
Experiential flows, that make our souls touch
When it comes to heat, 40-cally chrome clutch
Out the burning at 'cha teal-blue and guild up
Sorry no introduction, I was speeding
First name Terror, first half the Clipse that leave you bleeding
Got phony rap cats, be acting obsurd
Fake hardcore, and really y'all lovebirds
My dogs flip bricks and live in the suburbs
While y'all on the block sweating what the 'necks heard
Sick over this, like I had you sipping on piss
Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinking it's Cris
My relations, love hate, my family, love hate
How you hold heat sideways, expect to shoot straight
My crib ADT nightly, with steel gates
And the only thing that separates us, drug weight

[Chorus Pusha T (Pharrell)]
How can hear me out yo, what I'm talking 'bout yo
You don't want to get in this game
The world's my monopoly, wit' your bitch on top of me
You don't want to get in this game
So roll your dice (chicka-chicka-ah)
Tell me what you got, is it your ice (chicka-chicka-ah)
Or is it your life, do what's right (chicka-chicka-ah)
'Cause you can't roll twice
Safety's stuck, give a fuck, negotiating wit' price

[Verse 2 Malice]
Malice, from the Clipse, laser tap with steel tips
Hold like two rubber grips, with snug fit
You know the type, money your 'wice, money your life
Or either at the club sipping on Henny and nice
Shit, we pretty nice, own it at any price
Got them hardcore, wannabe thugs calling on Christ
Yo, I run wit' common, who be dipping on they bonds
Man, bullets and slugs, all the above wit' times ten
It can be love, like hugs and kiss, clubs or fists
Or Malice, good enough your shit like bloods and crips
Twist ya chil-mo, hit the road in double R's
Me and girlfriend, mix drinks and double straws
If you heard, that my dog is strapped, 'cause they are
Take kinda know face, that sound familiar
Watch your step, those that slept, they still sleeping
Left 'em wit two in they chest and still leaking

[Chorus]

[Outro Pusha T]
I tried to tell you
You don't want to get in this game
But you didn't listen
You didn't fucking listen, now look at you
Yo, stakes is higher now bitch
Stakes is higher now
Yo, everybody else
Consider yourself warned

[Chorus w/ Ad-libs]

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