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

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, the fuck y'all want

Let me feel on some bitches, with this foot rap

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

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)

This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't me
I fall down and just rebound like Oakley
Hoes be all he wanna do is poke me
Bitch what you think I do, the hokey pokey
Her Smokey said he was gonna smoke me
Her crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me
And she want me, keep blowin up my Noki'
Tryin to provoke me to for okey-dokey
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said
I'm spittin liquid 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
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, don
Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who on these mics

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
for the East 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 bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)

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

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