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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 y'all

Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully rap

Now, time I give y'all shit that
Blow up the spot, what you got
And bless and strategical plots
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 in the sink
The type of dude I put in my clicksbecause you funny
And you be sittin down with legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so
Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies along the coast y'all
This very moment, opponentniggaz like you
Ain't up in our circle cause we don'tone it
We to microphone it, perhaps
What we gon' do instead is y'all gutter beats and raw sewage
And for the last that I'ma make clear
That when we present your step when you be comin' here

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 down nigga what) You

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

This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still broke me
I fall down and just rebound like Charles
be like all he wanna do is poke me
Bitch what you think I 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 me, keep blowin up my Noki'
Tryin to me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't shit
I'm just spittin liquid in the of the pit
Turn it up a bit, it up and hit the bomb
I'm iller than takin Carrie's mom to the prom
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, don
rounds with Busta 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 and the South and the West 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)

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

Blow up the spot (fuck 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 what) You know

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