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of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clientele, raise 'em high raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor

Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust,
Dump
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust, 
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast

Slurp slip, deep
dump nigga, dump dump
You muh'fucka's poppin' too many pills

Bustin' like a ruger, I'm a high powered shooter
I'm surrounded by these yopper thangs,
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
niggas, yeah, we gon' bust what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers grindin'
hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said

[E-40:]
Fuck cowboy keys, now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
Nor have I ever been any coastal
in it, now five-oh's on my bumper
Ready to dump the forty outie, and weed baggies
They had me searchin' through my car, for what we have we here
killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
I thought
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
bitch is flippin, shut the fuck up and fill the bag
All of a sudden boom, shots from the back room
It was a set up, dude yellin get lit up

Yo we bust
out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
understand how we do it check game

[E-40] 
I take a slow beat,and do a fast rap
I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap
I bust the lyrics so quick you
the floor.
Dump, bust, blast, bare faces.
Strike, dip, mass like a mental patient.
Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry; (biatch)
Don't worry, forty vision
Water, what's wrong with the game?

[Verse 4: E-40]
I'm ten years hung in this shit, if I was up to heart
My nigga got dick, her is his, by selling
back
Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back
If ya bust it first I'm a dump back dump back
Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow
My nose
[E-40] What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin
[Bosko] I don't know why you act this way, this way
[E-40] You already knew what it was
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
body goes slump, put yo ass in the trunk
Another corpse I must dump
 
[Chorus: x3]

[Mastamind]
If you could be touched you could be got
If i bust
figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and what the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's
So
the star stick mode the flip mode
BLAH~
Old ladies Luve Busta Bust
this sucks,
jighewine ready to blast, shoot it out yo ass
smack that ass, Grab, that
"Killa you're face to face with Scarface"
G to the E to the T.O.

Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not
Blast it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna blast him off
First to score
We gon’ hit 'em hard
We gon’ hit 'em all
First to score
We gon’ hit 'em all
We
killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin
I thought

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