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 was chosen   Rebel like Shake Rivera   Tyco RC versus Carrera      [Chorus]      [Verse 3: Malice]   I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em   She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum   Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure   Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure   The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle   Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle   Let that explain me and how I got involved   Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal   [Pusha T]   Age Fifteen   Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans   First ones on the scene   See I could afford 'em, Livin out a dream   Hustler on the rise, laces untied   Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride   Didn't know I was knotted in street ties   Teachers askin' how and why   Bitches passin' by   Oh my, he's so gangsta      [Chorus]