Birdman - Head Busta lyrics
[Birdman - Head Busta lyrics]
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know what it be like?
Sometimes I just have to be that
Better you than me nigga
I would talk, what up K?
Fuck 'em, you heard me
Gone get you head busta
Fuckin' with the homies
Fuckin' with my family nigga, know phonies
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 bustas
Nigga mac in the 9 homey that's how I roll
Standin' on my throne nigga, I call it home
Chopper for the homey, that's what we use
Knock 'em 'bout the shoes get
Them pussy nigga blues
High price life, got the whips and the jewels
Murder is a mothafucker, last what we do
Go them 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 red paint
Hit it while he slipping
Get 'em while he dipping
Call 'em in his car and you
Know we straight flip 'em
Bouncin' with the chicks
Keep the nine on the hip
Lil made nigga and you know I run shit
Gotta get the money, pain and the feuds
Pain what we ride, pain make me do
Ya understand me homey
It ain't no love on these streets nigga
Love is the hustle, love is the muscle
Love is the money i know we get a lot
Of pain from these streets
It seems like there's no game 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 nigga
And they wonder why
Ride for soldiers, ride for hustlers
Ride for them real niggas with the muscle
Straight in the situation
Niggas got problem homey
Nigga bein' beefin' homey
Nigga's being creepin on 'em
Lay them up nigga, put 'em in a shit of bag
Put 'em in a body bag, zip 'em with a toe tag
Sell 'em the whole thang
Pull the champ for the tears
Pull the champ for the homies that's not here
From a nigga 50, he came back with it
Gave him all the game that he
Want to go and get it
He gave the nigga 20, another nigga 10
And 5 came short, 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
Caught him in his whip, know he couldn't slip
Caught him 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 change
Nigga don't play so me
Made those haters swain
You know what it be like?
Sometimes I just have to be that
Better you than me nigga
I would talk, what up K?
Fuck 'em, you heard me
Gone get you head busta
Fuckin' with the homies
Fuckin' with my family nigga, know phonies
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 bustas
Nigga mac in the 9 homey that's how I roll
Standin' on my throne nigga, I call it home
Chopper for the homey, that's what we use
Knock 'em 'bout the shoes get
Them pussy nigga blues
High price life, got the whips and the jewels
Murder is a mothafucker, last what we do
Go them 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 red paint
Hit it while he slipping
Get 'em while he dipping
Call 'em in his car and you
Know we straight flip 'em
Bouncin' with the chicks
Keep the nine on the hip
Lil made nigga and you know I run shit
Gotta get the money, pain and the feuds
Pain what we ride, pain make me do
Ya understand me homey
It ain't no love on these streets nigga
Love is the hustle, love is the muscle
Love is the money i know we get a lot
Of pain from these streets
It seems like there's no game 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 nigga
And they wonder why
Ride for soldiers, ride for hustlers
Ride for them real niggas with the muscle
Straight in the situation
Niggas got problem homey
Nigga bein' beefin' homey
Nigga's being creepin on 'em
Lay them up nigga, put 'em in a shit of bag
Put 'em in a body bag, zip 'em with a toe tag
Sell 'em the whole thang
Pull the champ for the tears
Pull the champ for the homies that's not here
From a nigga 50, he came back with it
Gave him all the game that he
Want to go and get it
He gave the nigga 20, another nigga 10
And 5 came short, 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
Caught him in his whip, know he couldn't slip
Caught him 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 change
Nigga don't play so me
Made those haters swain