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Birdman » Head Busta
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	You know what I'm sayin' You know what I be like Sometimes i' just have to be that Better u than me nigga I would talk : what up K Fuck ‘em You heard me (Chorus:) Gone get you head busta fuckin with the homies Fuckin with my family nigga knows you been so phones Gone get you head busta fuckin with my G's Fuckin with my G's pussy niggas gone bleed Nigga I'm a head busta yeah I'm a head busta Nigga bust ya head mothafucker I'm a head busta Yeah I'm a head busta I straight head busta Empty on these clips only bitch give you some head busta (Verse I :) Nigga mac in the 9 homey thats how I roll Standin' on my trone nigga I call it home Champs for the sim homey that's what we use Knock ‘en but the shoes get them pussies nigga blues How price life get the whips and the jewels Murder is a mothafucker last what we do Go tem for stripes Good with the two Five star G Never gone loose On the other side it's just a up town thang On another hit nigga bring a repain Hit it while thém slipping Get em while them dipping Call em in your car and they know we straight flipping Bouncin' with the chicks keep tha nine on the hip Lil may nigga and you know I run shit Gotta get the money pain and the feuds Pain what we ride pain make me do (chorus) (Verse II :) Ya understand me home' And your love on these streets nigga I love it to hustle I love it to muscle I love it to money I know we gotta a lot of pain from these streets It seems like there's no gang but Money is the muscle on the streets but a dufle bag, garbage bag Play with me nigga I'ma bust yo ass Play with the family I won't see your whole family cry Your whole family die and the nigga and I wonder why Ride for soldiers ride fo' hustlers ride for them real niggas with the muscle Straight in the situation Niggas got a problem homey Nigga bein' beefin' homey Nigga's being creepin on Late them up nigga put ‘em in a shit of bag Put ‘em in a body bag zip ‘em with a toe tag Sell ‘em whole thang Pull the champ for the tears Pull the champ for the homies that's not here (chorus) (Verse III:) (Yeah believe that) Fallin' nigga 50 they came back with it Give him all the game and he wouldn't go and get it He gave the nigga 20 another nigga 10 And 5 came shot lil when he couldn't win Lil when couldn't win cuz he fuckin' with the homey Against a lil nigga and never been phoney Callin' him in his whip now he couldn't slip Callin' while he's slipping so you know he gotta flip The other lil' nigga gave him 20 as a pounce Told him hold it down and he run up-town He came back with it but he gave the nigga 5 Nigga play with ‘em and you know the nigga die I gave the nigga 2 hundred on them thangs He brought it all back nigga gave me all my chains Brought ‘em one back he play with the chains Nigga don't play so me made those haters swain
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