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Head
Head
Head
bussa

I don't know you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa

Hey yo
Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my car
Drop lex, black truck, Gordo the R
I'm a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you then hey y'all
I'm faired up I got some lead what
And keeps some chicks in my
And always just fuck my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a better guard?

I rock a Neptune's beat like it's a garm
Know you, but I'm a bed crusher
See I know about you, but I'm a head bussa
You see it's God favorite, he built the project
Chicks love us anyway, we just make hits
No re my, I'm good just water and fish
Thugged out militainment see we
Stand strong in the pain, see me my pivot
Or you can catch me in L.A., a Mexican midget

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't know you, but I'm a head bussa

Yo, yo
See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a shit
Jose I'm so it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax
Shit star tek I hold my gun in the
And I can make planes crash a two way page
Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad

Like I'm a new artist, these rat bastards
But that's aight 'cause I'm a still more
And I could sell bad work, say that it's raw
I make songs for the niggas
The most and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' your door niggas
Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I
I send my little man home have to out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my
Millionaires, that change the
That got clouds and bullets that grain
calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the
Let me, see you flag, the of car nigga
Fix fingers, show me what you are

See I'm a head bussa it ain't to tell
That I'm a makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
And def jam niggas put that paper behind us
We left other label, and the hatin' behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain't to find us
We in the truck, them niggas in path finders and
The crime scene N O R E N O R E
People wanna scream they N O R E N O R E

Man, I'm outta' my niggas travel, too
We in L.A. getting' sucked off in
A new car, ask the Jake, they me "No shit"
'Cause they question me, I don't know shit
And hold this, yea just know this
I drink henny, hardly know the 'cris
Straight wrist, I keep a I'll beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit weak

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my
Millionaires, that change the
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets grain
calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the
Let me, see you flag, the of car nigga
Fix fingers, show me what you are

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa
I don't 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
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