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Head
Head
bussa
Head

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

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

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

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

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

Like I'm a new artist, demerit rat bastards
But that's aight 'cause I'm a still make
And I could sell bad work, say that it's raw
I make songs for the niggas
The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' door niggas
Go arm wrestle next, see neck I break
I send my man home have to check 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 you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 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 the game
That got 9/11 clouds and 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 fingers, show me what you are

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

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

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

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
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