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Yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all

Let me on some bitches, with this bully foot rap

Now, time I give y'all shit that
Blow up the spot, fuck you got
And and execute strategical plots
That's to Extinction Level Event these niggaz offa this block
Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drinkwatchin y'all get sick
Holdin ya stomachs you earl in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my you funny
And you be sittin with your legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul quick to toast y'all, so alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your float along the coast y'all
very given moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our circle we don'tone it
We love to it, perhaps
What we gon' do instead is y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the last thing that make clear
when we present watch your step when you be comin' here

Blow up the spot (fuck you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya duck (said get nigga what) You know

To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)

This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't me
I down and just rebound like Charles Oakley
Hoes be like all he wanna do is me
Bitch you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey
Her boyfriend Smokey said he was smoke me
Her crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me
And she still want me, keep blowin up my
to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't me boy, cause I ain't said shit
I'm spittin liquid in the middle of the pit
it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb
I'm than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, don
Bust rounds with Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who on these mics

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the and the South and the West coast
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To make ya duck (said get down nigga what) You

To in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

We out for justice so bust it's Busta and the Alkies
Niggaz wanna know the secret but they can't get it out me
So they talk shit about me but to me that's never not
They pop that shit across the room while I down shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose
my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over
I still got that flare so just from over there
Cause I'm so with guns I put parts in niggaz hair
So I war Tha Liks, we fierce competitors
The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors
QuotTha Liks is veterans they straight from
We ain't even give a fuck when sprayed that beer on us quotlike
RAARRRAOW} just like a Dungeon Dragon
Taggin Tash up on the wall while my is saggin
Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the
The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit bud

Blow up the spot (fuck you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the West
We hot (controllin the block, you better)

To ya duck (said get down nigga what) You know

To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)