Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bustin Back featuring Lil Chilla of the Snypaz, artist - Do Or Die. Album song Headz Or Tailz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Bustin Back featuring Lil Chilla of the Snypaz |
Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door |
Nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz |
Took a shot at the door, nigga you ain’t know |
Ain’t no Art of that War, fuck war |
We can take it to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it’s on when we meet |
Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep |
Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep |
In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city |
It’s a pity when you fuck with the Chi |
Nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot |
An why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa |
Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla |
Cuz I’m a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa |
Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga |
Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome |
Infared beam an it see that your gone |
Not many men that’ll kill in they zone, we strong |
Motherfucker wanna run up then it’s on, lets go |
An you been up to some, no play |
I’mma catch you on yo off day |
Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play |
Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap |
An yo style an yo life too |
Ain’t no tellin what we might do |
Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I’m down with the right crew |
An now I call for the right 2 |
Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic |
BOOM! |
did yo dawg an you like who |
Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon |
We some murderers K-I-L-L, kill or be killed |
(mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I’m bustin back) |
Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo |
Steady mackin tough, but we know y’all some hoes |
Steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die |
The whole C-H-I gonna roll |
So what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal |
Disrespect the wrong town, clown |
Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill |
Just gotta pull it, clone what |
An leave yo whole click get struck |
Fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked |
All your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that |
Children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work |
This CHI town cap peela |
Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute |
Yo punk dont play so you better get a little |
Nigga want war pack the ATF blast out |
Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out |
Get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out |
Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch |
An shout right now from the Lexus |
Fuck Bone cuz it’s on in my city, so stick it, stick it |
Stick it, stick it, bitch now what? |
I’m sick of all this bullshit |
Watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it |
Can’t wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn’t wanna be you |
An ain’t no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two |
My four-five gonna meet you, Bone |
Thug ass harmonies, you can’t fuck wit the CHI town armory |
Hit 'em all when they come wit these |
Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3 |
Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be |
When you come here from that East 1999 |
For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap |
An what you lookin for, you gonna find |
Losin holes in my gold gat |
In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh |
I know your high on green, you messed |
Pass out all stressed up, I’m at the end of the world so catch up |
Cuz we blast y’all keep in wit the masters |
An I’m in it to win it, will I serve a bitch |
I’m my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch |
Better be remotivated wit a mack 10 |
Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion |
Bullets crash we load them thangs |
So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain |
I can hear they voices prayin, none of y’all bitches adapt to pain |
Well if you can’t pick up pain, pick up pain |
Say my name, A to the muthafuckin K |
On that note nigga I close yo casket bastard |
That flower shit thats high an drastic |
Supposed to be, y’all bitches ain’t cold to me, it was told to me |
That y’all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit |
Ain’t gotta do the po’s, yo click ain’t too hard |
Our click to serve a bitch |
Only CHI town niggas do run it like this |
Only CHI town niggas do run it like this |
Only CHI town niggas do run it like this |
Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads |
We’ll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold |
My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip |
An leave yo whole crew sick my dick |
An you hollin hot ones, my niggas be hollerin hot ones |
Dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one |
That all you bitches better dodge for life |
You want pocket, heres yo strap (strap) fo life (life) |