'm bustin back) Verse 2 Nigga what's all that bluffin 'fo Steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes Steppin wrong to the sny or do or die, The
bustin back) [Verse 2] 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
Traduction: Do Or Die. Retour Bustin.
peakin' (why are you barely speakin) i'm bustin' his bubble, and he know he in trouble he's talkin' in doubles (i'm listening but hardly believing) changing the story, or
I, (bust) I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [B.o.B] Bust, bust, bu-bu-bust Yeah, on bud
bet I, (bust) I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [B.o.B:] Bust, bust, bu-bu-bust Yeah, on
me to jump back on my feet Peep, quick is when the barrels jump back on the heat Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the street So be happy that I rock
Kinda Legs hat the models be seen with strugglin some pretty brown eyes and I seen them cuttin In my direction, but I mean it's nuthin If you have another man, or
They call me Shawty Dread better yet Flocka, a handgun can't do it better use a chopper. Dis nigga had a 30 clip and used one bullet, next time u pull
on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J" Well yeah, right East I flow, East I go Cover both your eyes, and what do you know? What do you see? How does it
real Mind stays steel, ever stable to the end Nations begin, Blackwatch will defend So now you raise the flag of the blood race earth Freedom or death
I Know Ya Tired Of The Same Old Song Girl I Sat At Home And Watched Game Bring The West Back I Told Him To Put Half Of California On My Fuckin Back Half
soldiers, the ones who had to leave they family Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family Knowing that everybody that's going, ain't coming back
ain't, no real hustle Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it Made me bust your watermelon
slab don't need a push Do it for the car, do it for the Mo Freestyle flow, I ain't never been a hoe The South coming back, we coming for the title Fat
or left and right do We can take it there, if you wanna take it there We can do like middle school, step in my square I don't do fair, I'm a Clover Gee
I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry If I do a murder, flee the
