Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Head Buster, artist - Soulja Slim. Album song Give It 2 'Em Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Head Buster |
We suggest that you niggas don’t fuck with us |
The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust |
It’s do or die on the streets that I roam, that I roam |
That’s why I never leave my gun at home, gun at home x2 |
Shit, niggas not goin for the chest these days |
Niggas catch ya down bad and bust your motherfuckin head |
Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip |
And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out the extension clip |
In to your dome, that news gon meet ya momma home |
I’ll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rum |
But you wanna draw down and stunt in front of these pussy poppers |
I’m from uptown so you know I gots to get you partner |
I’ve been doin this and you just jumped off the porch with the new jacks |
And I got quick reaction to bustin back and hit somethin |
Fuck the stuntin, me, myself |
Im twirkin somethin and hurtin somethin |
Straight dome shot, and when ya fall |
Got that look on my face like fuck em all |
Then walk off with an innocent look on my face |
Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace |
Running like I’m running a race |
Cause I ain’t bout no more murder charge catching |
Down here them people blues ya, lose you in a second |
Get convicted for life, now you trying to appeal |
Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played it real |
I suggest you don’t fuck with us |
Suggest don’t fuck with us |
I suggest |
We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim |
Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them |
Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit |
Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip |
Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting |
Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin |
A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain’t scared to bring it |
Nigga I’m tryin to leave the streets behind |
And put in no wax and singing |
And nigga keep my gat trown up like ??? |
Trigger finger itching like crabs |
Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab |
Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats |
Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that! |
It’s the S to the E to the R to the V |
To the O to the N to the T to the R to |
The U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A |
Can’t carry ya, drama marry ya |
Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker |
I straight deal ya |
Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog |
Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog |
I’m still asking the lord to bless me |
These niggas persist to test me |
After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me |
I’m ready to lay my claim niggas know the game |
Ain’t shit changed, five hundred dollars |
I’m soed up and I’m still creeping |
Round the corner with my mask on |
Got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on |
So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank |
You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can’t |
So I’m tired of you motherfuckers |
Asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors |
It’s all tank love, fuck the others |
It’s real nigga (real) |