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Pusher Man
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Single off the "International Hustler" LP by Tyger Vinum. Visit www.tygervinum.com for more.
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Tyger Vinum is a Writer, Producer, Filmmaker and Videographer from Springfield, Massachusetts. He is currently Owner of his own record label Vinumous Records operating out of Amsterdam, Holland. Tyger Vinum has worked with Hip-Hop icons Kool G. Rap and Sean Price, as well as Planet Asia, Ruste Juxx, Shabaam Sahdeeq, PaceWon, and many other artists. Tyger Vinum has released four albums (International Hustler 2004, Sinister Ambitionz 2007, Grindin Muzik 2010, Tha Audio Bully 2015) and seven singles while travelling the globe. His new single "G.U.N. Muzik (Grab Ur Nutz Muzik)" drops January 2019. The following single "Tha GlobeTrotter" releases in March. Aside from the music Vinum is currently working on videos for the upcoming Underground Artist Major Threat album. Tyger Vinum has performed on stages in The Netherlands, France, U.S., Germany, Greece, Russia, U.K. and numerous other countries. Book Tyger Vinum now.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #5,738
Peak in subgenre #3,152
Author
Tyger Vinum (L. Baldwin III)
Rights
2004 Vinumous Records
Uploaded
November 04, 2006
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:03
Lyrics
I’m your pusher man baby, moving pounds of lyrics. They enter through the chest, and exit out the spirit. Game you want to hear it, once I step in the place. My throat let me clear it, so I can spit in your face. Burning like mace once the bass, starts hitting. Leash up that herb, before my man starts flipping. Bartender tripping, asking us to leave. I’ll burn this b*** down, before he calls the police. Giving me grief, ain’t no way that’s gonna happen. We came in peace, but ain’t afraid to start clapping. Spit flames when rapping, but try and stay humble. When the beef pops off, it’s on like royal rumble. Watching these n*** z fumble, when they pick up the mic. Like watching your throat crushed, when hit by a pipe. I’m keeping it hype, blow the spot like dynamite. You don’t know what you’re doing, at the end of the night? Slide with me, and blood S H E D If you got the treez, I got the bacardi. Your girlfriend can come, if she’s got body. But she pays for her pill, cuz the ex ain’t free. Know what you want before you talk to me. Because I’m the one paying for the bacardi. I might have mushrooms and ecstasy. Don’t say it to loud, the cops are after me. It’s the TYGER VINum. Known to rip apart a beat, when skillz spin ‘em. Came in Sean John denim, up in the place. Looking for eye candy ma, come get a taste. Blowing your space, and the surrounding territory. I’m writing a romance novel and you complete my story. Other women bore me, but you caught my attention. That velour body suit must’ve cost some n*** z pension. Can’t forget to mention, that clear skin and mean walk. I spit hits for long chips, every time I talk. Leaving bodies lined in chalk, but enough about me. Her pupils geeked out off that ecstasy. Definitely, I could tell by the way she moved. We hit the dance floor, so shorty could move. Bounty Killer, on the stereo setting the mood. After the club we bounced for some Chinese food. Know what you want before you talk to me. Because I’m the one paying for the bacardi. I might have mushrooms and ecstasy. Don’t say it to loud, the cops are after me. I came to push lyrics, through the front of your cranium. Pound through your system, like bars of titanium. There’s no playing ‘em, games are for lames. Cocoa colored mommie, hotter than hells flames. Recognized the name, n*** z called her Lorraine. Prada skirt, Fendi glasses, and Gucci name chain. Heading towards the train, I was doing the same. We chatted for a minute while avoiding the rain. Modeling was her thing, spitting is mines. Twenty-four seven I be on the grind. Out for the shine, stomp cats to make wine. Writing sticky sweet hooks, and venomous rhymes. Others try and copy, but come on lets face it. I break police cuffs and rock ‘em like bracelets. So how you think some n*** z gonna sound like me. My kiss is poisonous, while there’s is sugar free. Know what you want before you talk to me. Because I’m the one paying for the bacardi. I might have mushrooms and ecstasy. Don’t say it to loud, the cops are after me.
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