Intro
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(Pusha T)<br>Playas we ain`t the same, I`m into `caine and guns<br>Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb<br>Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I`m amazing, son<br>You niggas wonder where my grace is from<br>I speak with corrupted tongue<br>Recognized the underworld since I was young<br>Back in `84 when I saw Crocket & Tubbs as the law<br>These eyes got big when they televised that raw<br>My mama should`ve seen it comin`<br>Me runnin` up and down the stairs too quick<br>Hummin` Miami Vice theme music<br>Called the `roin made me colder<br>I see the villains` impact, now that I`m older<br>Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too<br>Got a lot of money, keep militant tools<br>Wasn`t present the session they handed out the rules<br>So I grab a tape and related to life`s cruels<br>The meaning?<br>Pusha T`s more than the semen<br>Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame<br>Nothing`s changed, just the crimes is less heinous<br>The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless<br>And I don`t even watch my back<br>I was raw before rap, and I ain`t lost my past<br>Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash<br>Niggas`ll think I`m Jim Carrey how I off that "Mask"<br><br>(Malice)<br>I even went by the book at first<br>Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn`t quench my thirst, so I<br>Start my mission, leave my residence<br>Mama knew that I child like me had better sense<br>But something had to give, that`s real I had to live<br>I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib<br>Scouts honor started with my grandmama<br>Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas<br>Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease<br>Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep<br>I don`t entertain hate surrounding the street<br>If I was you, I`d be trynna get down with me<br>But no, see these niggas know too much<br>Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush<br>Cats act as if rap fell in my lap<br>I`ve suffered heartbreak many times back to back<br>And still feel belittled sittin` here spittin` riddles<br>Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles<br>Let `em take it however they wanna take it<br>I`m the reason your favorite MC`s no longer your favorite<br>Hey, I one of the greats, I can`t lie<br>I mean great to the point I`m concerned I might die<br>Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to<br>It`s all in the name, trust, I will wound you