Living Legends - Busted lyrics

You busted you busted
Shame on you rAW!

(I had seen you what you
Was doin' you nasty BITCH)

Boo I know what you did last summer
Hooked up that fool in his dark grey Hummer
Y'all was on a Sunset Strip
You was just so quick
Didn't think nobody knew but I knew it yep
You'd be on the under with your
Dirt extra work with your secret
See secretly aligned with
The underground's elitest
So I held a little survey
Asked about her foreplay
Five out of six homies knew about the whoring
We all touring these freaks keep on orbiting
Absorbing performing artists in the darkness
Alluring and polished play
Innocent and honest (no)
But the
(novest?) professional erotic (band-aids?)
My band played many a hot night
The type where the drawls just
Fall off the top right
Fools go new crews roll
Whose next get sex but whose crew told

BUSTED
Talkin' about here i was talkin' to her too
Talkin' about she was
She got on the Hiero bus last
Time they was out here

Now if I ever had a reason
To continue with the smoke
The stress relief you best believe
Of when the topic roll
I rock and roll across the
Plains a tumbling tumbleweed
With dirt up in my veins I heard my name
And now the game it's in
Effect I move my piece
This bitch here is mine
A rare pure design designated for my sign
Resignating in your mind
But when they moving from behind
They take my shine but, I strike back like
Empires with highed standards
To root to loot to mate but it's a sin
To fuck around with ten different dicks
In the same family of men
Here come the comedy again don't you know?
Mouse be talking bout you when you gone
Claim your personality just a pawn
Before the dawn has risen
Women come to talk and get the aharrrg
Chokin' on your spit actually
Chokin' on my spit
I release on an amplified device
Now that I've been layed-off I'm on
The prowl so watch your ass (whispered)

Man, same old story
She over there talkin' about she cool
With Rhymesayers and Def Jux
She tryin to tell me her
Cousin is talkin' to Aceyalone

Where y'all folks been gone
When the snowblower's been
Lost in the wind having customers for friends
Spend a lotta time selling
While them other niggas dwellin on
Their rap careers never hittin'
He didn't want that he rather
Be selling the dope sack
He'd never had no time to come
Out to write a rap as long as them fiends
Kept spendin' 50's 100's
More cash give him more ass
A little dough maybe and you'll
Drop the price baby
Yes maybe not cause your boy was getting hot
They said the police watch him
Now the street's talking about
The majority of his fans got
Aesop Rock in the walkman
Living a thug's life
With too much love for the white girls
Control over his world in the night
Trying to find the best price
At the expense of the music and
They moving in the rap rights
Rap tight within the money
And temptations fight for his soul
In a night flight
And you know that ain't right yep

Didn't know what the fuck he was doing
Not makin no new songs
Life's hard tryin to pay rent
CD's wasn't sellin next thing you
Know you're on the streets
Friends, you know, somebody's got the price
Next thing you know you tight, you in
You can't get out