Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (Let's it back to the streets, n***)
Bustaclip, (East coast) Bustaclip, (West coast) Bustaclip, (Midwest) Bustaclip, (To the dirty, dirty)
Bustaclip, (It's Gates) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (The one fly boy) Bustaclip, (I'm strapped, n***) Bustaclip, (Let's get it poppin')
I got a brand new M***, I hope this don't jam I had to bulletproof the Lam, I that from Cam You want a thang, got 'em yams go straight to I'm from the hood so you know I'm down wit' any scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet You know a drank on me, this concert gon' A lot of cops at the tryin' to shut s*** down You was a but now you famous now
I be out in chi-town wit' some real Matter of fact one of them had dinner me You gotta play by the when you on these streets You lil' n*** tryin' to what you seein' on beef, you better
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (What my said) Bustaclip, (What my said, let's do it)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I can't it, I'm a straight rider) Bustaclip, (You wanna beef wit' me)
I know some Long Beach Crips, I know Englewood Bloods And you can ask Phelps fans, I got Cali love I got a waitin' for me everytime I land And just to send you a message, I'll tap man
Now he under white sheets the Klu Klux Klan You lil' boys shouldn't wit' a grown a*** man I got stripes in the hood, I put in fo' real And mentioning me will get you put in dirt fo'
mind that gramma, yeah, b***, you carry weight 'Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry I came back to the streets, I had to let y'all And by the way my new worth 8.4 so I'm a
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (What my said) Bustaclip, (What my said, let's go)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I'm n***, I'm strapped n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (I'm n***, what about you?)
This for my Nap-town n***, all my G-town The ones the b*** and them 18 wheelers Cross the state wit' it on them waist line cocked Cross lope and you it's goin' down
40 cal, 50 cal, what you wit', n***? I'm in a Maserati, what you swervin' in, And I'm out in Cleveland, I'm f*** wit' X been 'bout 5 years, he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range everyday You pray no drama ever come my way I'm in the now wit' a gun on my hip And I'm tired of talkin' 'bout the beef me and you betta
Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip,
Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip,