Bust At You (feat. Baby, Scarface & Tony Sunshine)

Excuse me if I seem obscene to you

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

I'm just livin' and lovin'

Smokin' and fuckin' (Yeah uh)

Out here on the grind, yeah

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

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you

You motherfuckers must be crazy

I been doin' this shit since the eighties

Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby, baby-baby

It's the kid still holdin' the crown

Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound

And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them **** do dirt

Come to find out they ain't put in no work

And now my feelings is hurt

'Cause they decided that they wanted to murk

But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider

You can see the pain in my face

Got no problem exchangin' the hate

They got me fightin' 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 livin' with it

Death before dishonor for my **** that ride

A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride

Death before dishonor for my **** that ride

A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride

You motherfuckers need to know that

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you

I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time

Get out of line, I bust with my TEC-9

Choose ya lose, I give ya the blues

Ol' pussy ass **** with his pussy ass crews

It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac

I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks

It's the Birdman, baby, come and holla at me later

Duck ass ****, 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 pussy ass ****, break bread with the boy

Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy

Tell Big Pun, ****, 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 bustas and we flip these bricks, ****

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you

**** tell me money talk

But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet

That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street

I'll be 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 cocked cause these **** on my block bang

Right up the street from where the cops hang

And in my head I hear Pac sang

And then them rushin' 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 lyin'

My whole life's filled with danger

Never been a stranger to homicide

My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys

And **** fightin' for position

The demon has risen from out of prison

Now I'm losin' my religion

That's how I'm feelin' when I'm fuckin' with you

Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you

So fuck you dude

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you, yeah

Said I'd rather bust at you