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

And I am alongside,

Shit feel good nigga, what the y'all want

Let me feel on some bitches, this bully foot rap

Now, every time I give y'all that
Blow up the spot, fuck you got
And and execute strategical plots
That's to Extinction Level Event these wack offa this block
Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drinkwatchin niggaz get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you in the sink
The type of dude I put in my clicksbecause you funny
And you be sittin down 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 bodies along 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,
What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw
And for the last thing that I'ma clear
That when we watch your step when you be comin' here

Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the West
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)

This world's to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me
I fall down and just rebound Charles Oakley
be like all he wanna do is poke me
Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey
Her boyfriend said he was gonna smoke me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and 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 ain't said
I'm just liquid in the middle of the pit
it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb
I'm iller than Sadaam takin mom to the prom
and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don
Bust with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these

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 (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)

We out for justice so bust it's Busta and the Alkies
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
They pop that shit across the room while I down shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and composure
Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this over
I still got flare so just stare from over there
Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put in niggaz hair
So I declare war Tha Liks, we competitors
The feds be fo' us writin letters to these editors like
Liks 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 wall while my pants is
Draggin niggaz through the mud clear blood all through the
The quickest way to some love is let a nigga hit your bud

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 what) You know

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