Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head Busta , by - Birdman. Song from the album 5 * Stunna, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Head Busta |
| 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 |