Pushin
Bun B Lyrics


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Pushin'

Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
Keep keep on

Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas tank or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'

Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'

I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bowl and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold

Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they already
Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'




Keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'

Overall Meaning

The song "Pushin'" by Bun B highlights the life of a drug dealer and the obstacles he faces while trying to maintain his hustle. The lyrics represent the struggle of a man that is constantly running from the law or other rival drug dealers who want to take him down. He has no fear of the government agencies or the local robbers and is determined to keep pushing his product no matter the consequences.


The song tells the story of a seasoned drug dealer who has been in the game for a long time. He knows all the tricks and techniques of the trade and is always one step ahead of the competition. He reminisces about the early days of drug trafficking when it was easier to get away with and talks about the times when the use of a stash box was not yet popular. He shares his experiences dealing with customers on a national scale, even traveling out of state to sell drugs.


The lyrics also highlight the harsh reality of the drug game, where the threat of violence and betrayal is always present. Despite the dangers, Bun B emphasizes that he has to keep pushing, no matter the cost. He acknowledges that he may face retribution for his actions, but still believes that he must keep moving forward.


Overall, the song portrays the life of a drug dealer who is desperately trying to escape the chaos of the streets by pushing drugs. It highlights the daily struggles, the constant fear, and the hustle that comes with the street life.


Line by Line Meaning

Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
I don't care about the federal agencies that try to stop my illegal activities


D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
I am not afraid of any law enforcement agency or street criminals


Baby I got to keep on pushin'
I must keep working hard to survive and maintain my drug trafficking business


Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
I am an experienced drug dealer who specializes in cocaine


They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
People refer to me as someone who sells large amounts of cocaine


I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
I am the most successful drug dealer in the Gulf Coast region


Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
Other drug dealers have some inventory, but they don't have as much as I do


I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
I have been conducting drug trafficking before the interstates were constructed


Before they hid it in the gas tank or the tire (Tire)
Drug traffickers used to hide drugs in normal places before getting more creative and hiding them inside vehicles


Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
Before people knew about hiding drugs in secret compartments in a vehicle


We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
We used to hide drugs in the back of a vehicle and leave the scene quickly to avoid detection by law enforcement


Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
Ask someone who was involved in drug trafficking in 1993


On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
I would be driving on the interstate in a rental car to transport drugs


Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
The suitcase is filled with a lot of drugs like a turkey that is stuffed with a lot of stuffing


Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I carry a gun in case someone tries to rob or steal from me


I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
I sold drugs in the city and also sold them in other states


Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
People knew that I had a large drug inventory


Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
People tried to stop me, but it only made me more successful


Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
People want me to fail, but I must keep working hard to maintain my success and survive


I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
I am selling drugs on the street all day and night


Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
The drug market is getting more competitive and difficult, so I am planning to sell drugs in another location


What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
The price of my drugs used to be $20, but now other drug dealers are selling the same drug for $10


So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
I am willing to take extreme measures to maintain my profit and income


My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
My partner Rob is seventeen years old and driving a Mercedes-Benz


And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I am driving a old car, but it doesn't matter as long as I can continue to sell drugs


I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
I have one ounce of drugs that I am going to cut into smaller pieces to sell as individual drugs


Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I am going to sell my drugs in Port Arthur, Texas, where I don't have any competition


I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I am a small-time drug dealer who is about to become more successful


I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
I was buying drugs for $5 and then cutting them into smaller pieces to sell for $17


A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
A week passed, and I sold all of my drugs


Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
I returned to Houston with more drugs, which I am going to sell for $9 each


A Pyrex bowl and the whoop so throwed
I am using a Pyrex bowl to cook the drugs, and the quality of the drugs is very good


I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
I cooked the drug and stretched it by adding other substances to make it appear like there is more of the drug, which I am going to sell for $9


Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
I am the type of person who has bullet holes in my door, which is a symbol of the dangerous and violent nature of drug trafficking


Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
Other drug dealers may be selling low-quality drugs, but they are still making money


One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
One day you may be alive, the next day you may be dead due to the dangers and risks of drug trafficking


Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Someone may betray you and reveal your illegal activities to law enforcement or other drug dealers


Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
I do whatever I need to do to survive and succeed, and I am doing it on my own without the help of others


You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
I don't need other people's help to start my drug business because I am investing my own money


Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
I can make money by rapping or selling drugs


Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I am willing to transport drugs one at a time to avoid getting caught by law enforcement


I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
I am cooking drugs in the kitchen and have guns ready in case someone tries to rob or steal from me


Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
I am focused on making money, and I am successful at it


Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
I have hidden drugs and money in various places in my house


Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
I have a secret compartment in my car to hide drugs


You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
I have a woman who helps me prepare and sell drugs


Hey, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit
She is loyal to me and helps me commit illegal activities


Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
I put in a lot of effort to be successful at drug trafficking, and I use my intelligence to avoid getting caught


Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I just left a car dealership where I purchased a nice car and now I am going to fly to another location to sell drugs


I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
I am very successful and advanced at my job of drug trafficking


Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
I must be successful and stand out in the drug trafficking business


See my watch is like, damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
My expensive and flashy watch is gaining attention and showing off my success


A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
I have a $250,000 necklace around my neck to show off my wealth and success


You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
Other drug dealers are acting weak and inferior to me, which is why I am successful


I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
I am going to keep working hard and striving for success like gangsters do




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, JAY JENKINS, BRAD JORDAN, CURTIS L MAYFIELD, LEROY WILLIAMS

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