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

Hey yo
Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my car
Drop lex, truck, Gordo the lazy R
I'm like a pitcher, I throw my crazy far
And if you is what you then hey y'all
I'm never faired up I got some what
And keeps some chicks in my
And they always just fuck my up
I'm whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?

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

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

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

Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat
But that's 'cause I'm a still make more
And I could sell bad work, still say that raw
I songs for the poor niggas
The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' your door
Go arm next, see whose neck I break
I send my little man home 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 you, but I'm a head 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 the game
That got 9/11 and bullets that grain
Don't calm down this is game
for money, the raw and the Caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car
Fix your fingers, me what you are

See I'm a head bussa it ain't hard to
That I'm a makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
And them def jam niggas put that paper us
We that other label, and the hatin' behind us
Niggas want beef, it hard to find us
We in the 'lac truck, them in path finders and
The crime scene N O R E N O R E
wanna scream they like 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, call me "No shit"
everytime they question me, I don't know shit
And hold this, yea nigga know this
I always henny, hardly know the 'cris
Straight monster wrist, I a I'll beat
And niggas hardly you, your shit still weak

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 bullets grain
Don't calm down this is game
for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car
Fix your fingers, me what you are

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