Lyrics:
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahaha
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with
Made my dog a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
She just fucked a millionaire, what the fuck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the fuck
a fuck)
Booty club got these hoes bustin', they don't give no fuck (I don't give a fuck)
Uh, dually truck, I pull up muggin', I don't give a fuck (yeah,
King of the South.)
I ain't got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't
on the tongue so many foes
Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks and I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame
From doin fix to bustin
[2Pac]
Get on yo´ knees nigga
Get on yo´ knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', hell or prison, never
Screamin', "Outlaw," bustin' on my enemy's block (West Side, motherfucker)
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin' money makin' dummies out the police, ain't
when thugs cry, times is hard
Born thuggin' and lovin' the way I came up
Big money clutchin', bustin', while evadin' cocaine busts
My pulse rushin',
four now
I first come that I don't need, I got my own now
Guns bustin' in the streets, it's a showdown
Money gon' talk to your friends
Kick back
burn like acid
The L-I, L to the K-I-M
(yeah! yeah! yeah!)
You foolz, you gon' say I am...
Guess who's Bazack! Back on de block
If you niggaz bustin us,
this shit 'fore this rap shit (yeah)
I'm known for bustin' and clappin' (clappin')
I'm in the trap saran wrappin' (wrappin')
Yeah, I like to tote, I
skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin' down Addy, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)
Huncho
Basic, basic,
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest
so I'll tell you right now when it's on it's nothin
Shadow gettin to bustin
[Verse 1 -
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay-Z and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me
name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claim to fame?
From
foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go! Now how the hell do you
Explain my claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks
Out
me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my
out a gun and start bustin' shots in the air
So them niggas start bustin' shots, we start bustin' shots
Niggas runnin' in the snow but we got
I be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussin
Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins)
So if you didn't come to hear some strips
bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
trust?
Who gave you the heart to see a nigga?
Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongue so many foes
Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks and I ain't
Whatchu mean, now, whatchu mean? (whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin' like Hakeem
Bustin
play about that
And that's really all a nigga really care to say about that
Bust
Dedicated to all the bustas
We just bustin'
TIP
RAP
ATL
in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You're the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While
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