Bust At You Lyrics

Bust At You lyrics

[Talking]
Excuse me while I sing to you
I'm being real and that's the
thing to do
I'm just living and loving
Smoking and fucking (Yeah
uh)
Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope
fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw
back ya heard me)

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
(We ridin'
on these niggas come on)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror
Squad)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
(Stunna,
Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Fat
Joe]
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the
eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
It's the kid still
holdin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm
lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
Come to find
out they ain't put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they
decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the
Earth
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider
You can see the pain in my
face
Got no problem exchangin' the hate
They got me fightin' a
case
And if I blow will I face a fifteen
And I'll probably do it all in
the pen
But yo I'm livin' with it
Death before dishonor for my niggas
that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
Death before
dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya
pride
You motherfuckers need to know that

[Chorus]
I'd rather
touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you,
yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Baby]
Hey Joe
We gon' ball
like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's
time for the fun time
Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya
loose, I give ya the blues
Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass
crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac
I bought my bricks
from these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me
later
Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
First you, go to the mall
and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
Tell
them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread
with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I
ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
We mash on bustas
and we flip these bricks nigga

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you,
yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead
I'd rather bust at you

[Scarface]
Niggas tell me money talk
But
bullshit is walkin' out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole
street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
I'm from a section where
ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal cocked cause
these niggas on my block bang
Right up the street from where the cops
hang
And in my head I hear Pac sang
And then them rushin' memories make
me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to
die
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled
with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of
gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for position
The demon has
risen from out of prison
Now I'm losin' my religion
That's how I'm
feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm
bustin' at you
So fuck you dude

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you,
yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money
Millionaires uh come on)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my
mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)
I'd
rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
(Lick my uzi straight like that)

[Scarface talking]
Dedicated to my
homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't
stop
Come on