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Head
bussa
Head
Head

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 know 'bout you, but I'm a bussa
I know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

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

I rock a Neptune's beat it's a leather garm
Know about you, but I'm a bed
See I don't know about you, but I'm a head
You see it's God favorite, he built the project
Chicks us anyway, 'cause we just make hits
No re my, I'm good with just water and
out militainment see we focused
Stand strong in the pain, see me my pivot
Or you can catch me in L.A., with a midget

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

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

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

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

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

See I'm a head bussa it ain't hard to
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it hard to sell
And them def jam niggas put paper behind us
We left that other label, and the behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain't to find us
We in the 'lac truck, them 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 town my niggas travel, too
We in L.A. sucked off in Malibu
A new car, ask the Jake, call me "No shit"
'Cause everytime they question me, I don't know
And hold this, yea nigga know this
I always henny, hardly know the 'cris
Straight monster wrist, I keep a beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit still

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

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