基本介紹
- 歌曲：Bust At You
- 語言：英語
- 發行日期：2002-11-12
- 歌手：Fat Joe
- 所屬專輯：Loyalty (Edited version)
Bust At You - Fat Joe
Excuse me while I sing to you
Im being real and thats the thing to do
Im just living and loving
Smoking and *****ing （yeah uh）
Out here on the grind, yeah （alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh）
If I cant get no love then I can touch you
（shit is fly, throw back ya heard me）
Id rather touch you, yeah
（we ridin on these niggas come on）
stead Id rather bust at you （yeah, terror squad）
Id rather touch you, yeah （its goin down my niggas）
（stunna, face, joe crack the don）
stead Id rather bust at you
You mother*****ers must be crazy
I been doin this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
Its the kid still holdin the crown
Now that they give it Im holdin a pound
And Im lookin for some bustas who be actin like them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they aint put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
But ima chase em to the end of the earth
Cause Im a mother*****in 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 Ill probably do it all in the pen
But yo Im 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 mother*****ers need to know that
Id rather touch you, yeah
stead Id rather bust at you
Id rather touch you, yeah
stead Id rather bust at you
Hey joe
We gon ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
Im a guerilla on the streets but its time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
Ol ***** ass nigga with his ***** ass crews
Its the murder man mack, I stash in the lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
Its 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 ***** 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
Its the b-m gangsta, the d-boy click
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
Id rather touch you, yeah
stead Id rather bust at you
Id rather touch you, yeah
stead Id rather bust at you
Niggas tell me money talk
But bullshit is walkin out on four feet
Thats why Im ridin on ya whole street
Ill be a nigga till its said and done
Im from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal *****ed 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 cant stop man
Tell my mama Im a killer if I happen to die
Thats how I lived, aint no sense in me lyin
My whole lifes filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhoods full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin for position
The demon has risen from out of prison
Now Im losin my religion
Thats how Im feeling when Im *****in with you
Cause I dont ***** with you, now Im bustin at you
So ***** you dude
Id rather touch you, yeah （terror squad, facemob uh）
stead Id rather bust at you （cash money millionaires uh come on）
Id rather touch you, yeah （my tech, my mack）
stead Id rather bust at you （lick my uzi straight like that）
Id rather touch you, yeah （my tech, my mack）
stead Id rather bust at you （lick my uzi straight like that）
Dedicated to my homeboy pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat joe and it dont stop
Come on
