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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)