You out of line (*repeated throughout song*)



[Chorus: Pharell]

Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout

When I was a young boy

My mama always told me don't take no shit

Motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back

So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak

Nigga out of line



[Verse 1: Malice]

Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks

Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks

Never stood a chance, exposed from way back

Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax

I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door

That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw

See in my household it was quite unique

Playin hide and seek, you might find a key

Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental

Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental

Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6

And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich

How I turned out let it be no surprise

When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes

See, my family got a history of hustlers

Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother

Its tradition



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Pusha T]

My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there

What's my excuse

Cartoons were the root

Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in

palm of the hand, what couln't I demand

See, thirteen

Studied the gangsta's lean

Low brim, no smile

Lotta cash meanwhile

Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey

Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie

With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes

Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough

Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze

In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul

Tha streets had me to mold

Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T w