Head Bussa Lyrics

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I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
Hey yo Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my favorite car Drop lex, black truck, Gordo the lazy R I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far And if you is what you smoke then hey y'all I'm never faired up I got some lead what And keeps some chicks in my whips And they always just fuck my head up I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?
I rock a Neptune's beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa You see it's God favorite, he built the project bricks Chicks love us anyway, 'cause we just make hits No re my, I'm good with just water and fish Thugged out militainment see we focused Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot Or you can catch me in L.A., with a Mexican midget
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
Yo, yo See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a Dutch chick Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit Jose I'm so relaxed it seems The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine Shit star tek I hold my gun in the raids And I can make planes crash through a two way page Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics
Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards But that's aight 'cause I'm a still make more And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw I make songs for the poor niggas The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' your door niggas Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break I send my little man home have to check out late She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
Duh Ain't a damn thing the same Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name Millionaires, that change the game That got 9/11 clouds and bullets that grain Don't calm down this is soldier game Kill for money, the raw and the Caine Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga Fix your fingers, show me what you are
See I'm a head bussa it ain't hard to tell That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell And them def jam niggas put that paper behind us We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us We in the 'lac truck, them niggas in path finders and The crime scene like N O R E N O R E People wanna scream they like N O R E N O R E
Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too We in L.A. getting' sucked off in Malibu A new car, ask the Jake, they call me "No shit" 'Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit And hold this, yea nigga just know this I always drink henny, hardly know the 'cris Straight monster wrist, I keep a I'll beat And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak
Duh Ain't a damn thing the same Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name Millionaires, that change the game That got 9/11 clouds and bullets that grain Don't calm down this is soldier game Kill for money, the raw and the caine Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga Fix your fingers, show me what you are
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa ...