Lyrics:
head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, Dominic's
My shop here by the vic's
I always, thug in black
And always, bustin' gats
Your girly's,
show it off
Gotta know what's wrong
When it's too many out here fallin' like Owen Hart
Top dog, bustin' through the door
You niggas know you gettin'
the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
So I
takin' yo last breath
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble
I look back I see nigga's bustin' I'm out numbered
Try'na take my
alias
Takes more than one to prevail again huh
Lyrical substance for a depth of a percussion
Check out the flow that I'm bustin'
But only temperamental if
up and began to run
Bustin shots hopping to hit someone
So I just stopped and let off three shot
Two hit that nigga and one hit a cop
I threw down
a worthy pool
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too
But I'm sporting their
these sacks on the highway
Negative fuck out my way
Trynna fuck up my dayy
Now you left in the past
Like you aint pass
Takin these rappers to class
daylights out, bitch
Night time come off up them stacks
If you don't give 'em then
We gon' take 'em
Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him
Go stick him and might
shit started way back on the Nawf
Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf
I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf
Shout out freaky Zeeky,
What's that word when you're bustin' loose?
What's that word when you know you're loose?
I can't roll my window up, it's always down
I just picked
platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
People say I smell like
steady makin history
Some crazy niggas out of Houston goin platinum
Send up a gang of muthafuckas, watch me gat one
Bar a bitch cause he's bigger, how
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us
my fuckin time
Light the blunt while I just rhyme
Spazzin out all the fuckin time
Comin up outta Thunderbird
Motherfucker what's the word?
Ichigo gonna
murder on my mind and now it's time to get bustin
And if you
Think you fire boy let's have a discussion
My style is never back down
And I won't settle for
devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' niggas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes
stand up tall and they all move so swiftly
Them niggaz ain't scared, they do it for bread
See they gon' come go with me
Bustin' up heads and lettin' loose
the shit you've been peddlin
Ain't nothin' better when your pockets is phat
Niggas get up in the game and start changing they stacks
Without gats I can run
, lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
, lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
had a squab with a bitch with a big-ass nose
I started to knock the bitch out, but before I could
I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood
But he
Take you all around the world (all around)
Wanna see the whole wide world with you (oh)
I don't mind bustin' down my last if it's with you (oh-oh)
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