| We suggest that you niggas don’t fuck with us
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| The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust
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| It’s do or die on the streets that I roam, that I roam
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| That’s why I never leave my gun at home, gun at home x2
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| Shit, niggas not goin for the chest these days
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| Niggas catch ya down bad and bust your motherfuckin head
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| Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip
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| And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out the extension clip
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| In to your dome, that news gon meet ya momma home
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| I’ll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rum
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| But you wanna draw down and stunt in front of these pussy poppers
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| I’m from uptown so you know I gots to get you partner
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| I’ve been doin this and you just jumped off the porch with the new jacks
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| And I got quick reaction to bustin back and hit somethin
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| Fuck the stuntin, me, myself
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| Im twirkin somethin and hurtin somethin
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| Straight dome shot, and when ya fall
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| Got that look on my face like fuck em all
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| Then walk off with an innocent look on my face
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| Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace
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| Running like I’m running a race
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| Cause I ain’t bout no more murder charge catching
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| Down here them people blues ya, lose you in a second
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| Get convicted for life, now you trying to appeal
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| Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played it real
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| I suggest you don’t fuck with us
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| Suggest don’t fuck with us
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| I suggest
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| We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim
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| Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them
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| Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit
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| Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip
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| Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting
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| Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin
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| A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain’t scared to bring it
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| Nigga I’m tryin to leave the streets behind
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| And put in no wax and singing
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| And nigga keep my gat trown up like ???
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| Trigger finger itching like crabs
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| Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab
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| Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats
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| Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!
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| It’s the S to the E to the R to the V
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| To the O to the N to the T to the R to
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| The U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A
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| Can’t carry ya, drama marry ya
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| Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker
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| I straight deal ya
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| Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog
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| Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog
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| I’m still asking the lord to bless me
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| These niggas persist to test me
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| After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me
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| I’m ready to lay my claim niggas know the game
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| Ain’t shit changed, five hundred dollars
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| I’m soed up and I’m still creeping
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| Round the corner with my mask on
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| Got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on
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| So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank
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| You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can’t
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| So I’m tired of you motherfuckers
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| Asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors
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| It’s all tank love, fuck the others
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| It’s real nigga (real) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head Buster , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Give It 2 'Em Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп