Bust At You (feat. Baby, Scarface & Tony Sunshine) (Explicit) (edited album version)

Bust At You (edited album version) - Fat Joe/Baby/Scarface/Tony Sunshine

Excuse me while I sing to you

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

I'm just living and loving

Smoking and f**king

Out here on the grind yeah

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

I'd rather touch you yeah

We riding on these niggas come on

Stead I'd rather bust at you yeah terror squad

I'd rather touch you yeah its going down my niggas

Stunna face Joe crack the don

Stead I'd rather bust at you

You mother**kers must be crazy

I been doing this sh*t since the eighties

Run up in yo crib snatch ya baby baby baby

It's the kid still holding the crown

Now that they give it I'm holding a pound

And I'm looking for some busts who be acting like them niggas do dirt

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

An now my feelings is hurt

Cause they decided that they wanted to murk

But I'm chase em to the end of the earth

Cause I'm a mother***** in rider

You can see the pain in my face

Got no problem exchanging the hate

They got me fighting 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 living with it

Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride

A thousand deaths if ya selling ya pride ha ha ha

Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride

A thousand deaths if ya selling ya pride

You motherf**kers need to know that

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

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

Out of line I bust with my tech nine

Choose ya loose I give ya the blues

Ol ***** a** ni**a with his ***** a** crews

It's the murder man Mack I stash in the lac

I bought my bricks from these drop back stacks

It's the birdman baby come and holla at me later

Duck a** niggas 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 ***** a** niggas break bread with the boy

Joe they breaking bread with the boy

Tell big pun ni**a 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 busts and we flip these bricks ni**a

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

Niggas tell me money talk

But b******t is walking out on four feet

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

I'll be a ni**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 ***** cause these niggas on my block bang

Right up the street from where the cops hang

And in my head I hear Pac sang

And then them rushing 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 lying

My whole life's filled with danger

Never been a stranger to homicide

My neighborhoods full of gangstas and drive bys

And niggas fighting for position

The demon has risen from out of prison

Now I'm losing my religion

That's how I'm feeling when I'm ***** in with you

Cause I don't ***** with you now I'm busting at you

So ***** you dude

I'd rather touch you yeah terror squad face mob uh

Stead I'd rather bust at you

I'd rather touch you yeah

Stead I'd rather bust at you

Dedicated to my homeboy Pac

Love daddy

Face mob in the house

Fat Joe and it don't stop

Come on