Yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n And I am alongside, Shit good nigga, what the fuck y'all want Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully rap
Now, every I give y'all shit that Blow up the spot, fuck you got And bless and execute strategical That's to Extinction Level Event these wack niggaz offa block Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a y'all niggaz get sick Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the The type of dude I never put in my you funny And you be sittin down with your legs crossed a bitch I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so Niggaz who to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'all This very moment, opponentniggaz like you allowed up in our circle cause we don'tone it We love to it, perhaps What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter and raw sewage And for the last thing I'ma make clear That when we present watch step when you be comin' here
Blow up the (fuck what 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 tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me I fall down and just rebound like Oakley Hoes be like all he wanna do is me what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey Her boyfriend Smokey said he was smoke me Her daddy loc he tried to beat me and choke me And she still want me, keep blowin up my Tryin to me to fall for okey-dokey Don't quote me boy, cause I said shit I'm just spittin in the middle of the pit Turn it up a bit, it up and hit the bomb I'm iller 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 East and the South and the coast 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)
We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the Niggaz wanna the secret but they just can't get it out me So they talk that shit about me but to me never not pop that shit across the room while I down another shot I smoke a hefty bag of doz and out, and lose composure Close my eyes and a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over I still got that flare so just from over there Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggaz So I war Tha Liks, we fierce competitors The feds be fo' us writin letters to these editors like QuotTha Liks is veterans they straight from We ain't give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us quotlike {RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dragon Taggin Tash up on the wall my pants is saggin Draggin niggaz through the mud blood all through the club The quickest way to some love is let a nigga hit your bud
Blow up the (fuck what 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 in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)