Lil Scrappy, Lil Jon - Head Bussa lyrics

Put yo' hand wit yo' fist up
Put yo' hand wit yo' fist up
Put yo' hand wit yo' fist up
Right about now (what's up?)
Put yo' hand wit yo' fist up
We need y'all to rise (rise)
For the International Head Bussas Anthem
(Head Bussas) lil Scrappy (Lil Scrappy)
Lil Scrappy, BME Click
Me? Who are ya? I'm Lil Jon okay

We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas

I made up my mind that I'm ready
To strike and I'm ready to fight
Takin' out my steel killin' every
Fuck nigga in sight we expite
I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl
(uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east
Wit the fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in
The middle of the street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo' ass out into cap-tiv-ity
Down south, I'll ride
Shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up!
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
Da A got my back and ain't takin' no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas

I speak my mind, cause bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo' ass wit lyrics and put
Yo' face on a shirt
I'm a motherfuckin rider
Cause I thought y'all knew
I ain't run from nothin' even
If it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that
Really want the shawty dead
But watch what ya said lil shawty
I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born haters wit
The hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I run with G's and gats
And shawty matter of fact these
Trill G's be thugs
We ain't talkin behind yo' back and
We ain't scared to bust i'm by myself
But bein alone makes you strong
I stepped off the porch young
So shawty I been grown

We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas

ATL off the chain down here
Ya come wit dat yappin and no action
You gon' disappear you walk in the club
It's tight like brass knuckles
Straight elbowin haters like we
Jumpin off turnbuckles
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on the tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tell that stupid boy we throwin'
'bows and we ready
Screamin' "swang shawty" to dem boys
Dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'mma ATL slugga
Knockin' off heads on you pussy motherfuckers
Shawty be sayin', "Scrap, you a cool boy!"
But I know in my heart
Dat I'mma head bussa boy! (Head bussa)

We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas