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Bust At You - текст песни



Bust At You


[Talking]


Excuse me while I sing to you


I'm being real and that's the thing to do


I'm just living and loving


Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh)


Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)


If I can't get no love then I can touch you


(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)





[Chorus]


I'd rather touch you, yeah


(We ridin' on these niggas come on)


'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)


I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)


(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)


'Stead I'd rather bust at you





[Fat Joe]


You motherfuckers must be crazy


I been doin' this shit since the eighties


Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby


It's the kid still holdin' the crown


Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound


And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt


Come to find out they ain't put in no work


An now my feelings is hurt


Cause they decided that they wanted to murk


But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth


Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider


You can see the pain in my face


Got no problem exchangin' the hate


They got me fightin' a case


And if I blow will I face a fifteen


And I'll probably do it all in the pen


But yo I'm livin' with it


Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride


A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha


Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride


A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride


You motherfuckers need to know that





[Chorus]


I'd rather touch you, yeah


'Stead I'd rather bust at you


I'd rather touch you, yeah


'Stead I'd rather bust at you





[Baby]


Hey Joe


We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga


I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time


Out of line, I bust with my tech nine


Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues


Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews


It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac


I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks


It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later


Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later


First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog


And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy


Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy


Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy


Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy


Win or lose I ride for my boy


It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click


We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga





[Chorus]


I'd rather touch you, yeah


'Stead I'd rather bust at you


I'd rather touch you, yeah


'Stead I'd rather bust at you





[Scarface]


Niggas tell me money talk


But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet


That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street


I'll be a nigga till it's said and done


I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run


I keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block bang


Right up the street from where the cops hang


And in my head I hear Pac sang


And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man


Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die


That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'


My whole life's filled with danger


Never been a stranger to homicide


My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys


And niggas fightin' for position


The demon has risen from out of prison


Now I'm losin' my religion


That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you


Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you


So fuck you dude





[Chorus]


I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)


'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh come on)


I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)


'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)


I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)


'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)





[Scarface talking]


Dedicated to my homeboy Pac


Love daddy


Facemob in the house


Fat Joe and it don't stop


Come on



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