Head Busta
Title | Head Busta |
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Artist | Birdman |
Album | 5 ★ Stunna |
Release Date | 2007-12-11 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] You know what I'm sayin'? You know what it be like? Sometimes I just have to be that Better you than me nigga I would talk, what up K? Fuck 'em, you heard me [Refrain:] Gone get you head busta fuckin' with the homies Fuckin' with my family nigga, know [?] phonies Gone get you head busta fuckin with my G's Fuckin with my G's, pussy niggas gone bleed Nigga I'm a head busta, yeah I'm a head busta Nigga bust ya head, mothafucker I'm a head busta Yeah I'm a head busta, I straight head busta Empty on these clips, only bitch give you some head bustas [Verse 1:] Nigga mac in the 9 homey that's how I roll Standin' on my throne nigga, I call it home Chopper for the [?] homey, that's what we use Knock 'em 'bout the shoes get them pussy nigga blues High price life, got the whips and the jewels Murder is a mothafucker, last what we do Go them for stripes, good with the two Five star G, never gone loose On the other side it's just a up town thang On another hit nigga bring a red paint Hit it while he slipping, get 'em while he dipping Call 'em in his car and you know we straight flip 'em Bouncin' with the chicks, keep the nine on the hip Lil made nigga and you know I run shit Gotta get the money, pain and the feuds Pain what we ride, pain make me do You might also like[Refrain] [Interlude] Ya understand me homey It ain't no love on these streets nigga Love is the hustle, love is the muscle Love is the money I know we get a lot of pain from these streets It seems like there's no game but [Verse 2] Money is the muscle on the streets But a dufle bag, garbage bag Play with me nigga, I'ma bust yo' ass Play with the family, I won't see your whole family cry Your whole family die nigga, and they wonder why Ride for soldiers, ride for hustlers Ride for them real niggas with the muscle Straight in the situation, niggas got problem homey Nigga bein' beefin' homey, nigga's being creepin on 'em Lay them up nigga, put 'em in a shit of bag Put 'em in a body bag, zip 'em with a toe tag Sell 'em the whole thang, pull the champ for the tears Pull the champ for the homies that's not here [Chorus] [Verse 3] From a nigga 50, he came back with it Gave him all the game that he want to go and get it He gave the nigga 20, another nigga 10 And 5 came short, lil when he couldn't win Lil when couldn't win cuz he fuckin' with the homey Against a lil nigga and never been phoney Caught him in his whip, know he couldn't slip Caught him while he's slipping so you know he gotta flip The other lil' nigga gave him 20 as a pounce Told him hold it down and he run up-town He came back with it but he gave the nigga 5 Nigga play with 'em and you know the nigga die I gave the nigga 2 hundred on them thangs He brought it all back nigga, gave me all my chains Brought 'em one back he play with the change Nigga don't play so me made those haters swain [Chorus] |