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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 want

Let me feel on some bitches, with this foot rap

Now, every time I give y'all that
up the spot, fuck what you got
And bless and strategical plots
That's to Extinction Level Event these wack niggaz offa this
Me and Tha Alkaholiks a drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs you earl in the sink
The of dude I never put in my clicksbecause you funny
And you be sittin down your legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to y'all, so alled
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float the coast y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't allowed up in our cause we don'tone it
We love to microphone it,
we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the last that I'ma make clear
That when we present watch your when you be comin' here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ya duck (said get down nigga what) You know

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