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June is bustin' out all over 
All over the meader and the hill 
Flowers bustin' out on bushes 
And the roughen river pushes 
Ev'ry little wheel
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
Bustin' up on a cloud, shout out loud
You're the one for me
With your love by my side
The world will be mine
You're the one for me

Bustin' up
(boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson

Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppa start bustin' make
(boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson

Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppa start bustin' make
Special bulletin from Rall Dope Records
Have you been feelin' like a laim? Have you been plaid by bitch?
Do niggas mass up at tou when you come
we bustin back wit' a glock
When Jake pull up we throw our drugs in the sock
We away for a while that means we buildin our stock

Guess who's Bazack!
this festered city
You know I was raised on a ranch out in the west
I spent my young years bustin' horses and boy they said I could ride with the best
So
take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why?
walk up, or drive-by

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man
take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why?
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them

They got me fearin' the pen,
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody
On the low, tuckin' they links, we made 80 off the books

It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect
My metaphors'll keep out The Projects
Rap connects'll
We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it
bustin' with one hand up on my nut sack
Departin' domes yellin' out who's the mothafuckin' mac
Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got your
up and they'll be gettin' it tonight
Big swingers in double knits tonight
Big babies gonna get in a fight
Actin' crazy, bustin' up the chairs
hitched up his saddle he's ready to ride
He's a rain-rain-rainbow rider
A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side

He's a rain-rain-rainbow
forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin'
Fuck em all, watch
liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
out bustin'
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin', automatic gunfire
Exercising all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We
With some down-ass niggas and a van full of gats
Jumped out, fired up my Phillie, went to bustin shots
Had to let 'em know Bushwick Bill was
Tommy got off at the Texaco
Came bustin' in to Norma's Cafe
Said come on man we gotta go
You know how those party girls hate to wait
Filled up
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies