โหลดเพลง mp3 Bust At You (feat. Baby, Scarface & Tony Sunshine) (edited album version) - Fat Joe

Bust At You (edited album version) - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)/Baby/Scarface/Tony Sunshine
Excuse me while I sing to you

I'm being real and that's the thing to do

I'm just living and loving
Smoking and f**king
Out here on the grind yeah

If I can't get no love then I can touch you

I'd rather touch you yeah

We riding on these niggas come on

Stead I'd rather bust at you yeah terror squad
I'd rather touch you yeah its going down my niggas
Stunna face Joe crack the don
Stead I'd rather bust at you
You mother**kers must be crazy
I been doing this sh*t since the eighties
Run up in yo crib snatch ya baby baby baby
It's the kid still holding the crown
Now that they give it I'm holding a pound
And I'm looking for some busts who be acting like them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
But I'm chase em to the end of the earth
Cause I'm a mother***** in rider
You can see the pain in my face
Got no problem exchanging the hate
They got me fighting a case
And if I blow will I face a fifteen
And I'll probably do it all in the pen
But yo I'm living with it
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya selling ya pride ha ha ha
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya selling ya pride
You motherf**kers need to know that
I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of line I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya loose I give ya the blues
Ol ***** a** ni**a with his ***** a** crews
It's the murder man Mack I stash in the lac
I bought my bricks from these drop back stacks
It's the birdman baby come and holla at me later
Duck a** niggas we deal with em later
First you go to the mall and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car then holla at ya boy
Tell them ***** a** niggas break bread with the boy

Joe they breaking bread with the boy
Tell big pun ni**a stunna ride for the boy

Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's the b m gangsta the d boy click
We mash on busts and we flip these bricks ni**a

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

Niggas tell me money talk
But b******t is walking out on four feet
That's why I'm riding on ya whole street
I'll be a ni**a till it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty Cal ***** cause these niggas on my block bang
Right up the street from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac sang
And then them rushing memories make me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die
That's how I lived ain't no sense in me lying
My whole life's filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhoods full of gangstas and drive bys
And niggas fighting for position
The demon has risen from out of prison
Now I'm losing my religion
That's how I'm feeling when I'm ***** in with you
Cause I don't ***** with you now I'm busting at you
So ***** you dude
I'd rather touch you yeah terror squad face mob uh
Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

Dedicated to my homeboy Pac

Love daddy

Face mob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on