504 Boyz - We Bust Lyrics
(silkk talking)Ok p, I think they done *****ed up now, right?We have to bring the headbusters downFrom that 504, yall know wha w bout, ya heard me?Chorus [krazy] 1xThese ***** niggas cant ***** wit usWe bustI guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deepThe life that we livin we cant slip or sleep[halloway]Im from that 405 backwardsWherei fell in these tractorsWhere niggas ride around wit 20s spinnin on adaptors.Im from the terrordomeWhere niggas sport hair and boneAnd theres one major label in this city, and each is own.No love for hosCuz theyll leave you wit your shit exposedSet you upAnd get cutAnd act like they dont know *****Im from that dirtyWhere niggas will kill behind that birdieWe use words like say brah and ***** you heard me.[g-spade]War and collide***** wit us and fo sho dieHit yo block from both sidesGcs sick and tiredThese niggas dont playThinkin its a *****in game***** hide you rear, but too, we struck to your *****in brain.Better ask them niggas do they really want warTheyll tell you ah, nope, not wit spade dawgShits realGet your cap peeledFeel your blood spillKeep this snub, no steelCuz these thugs will kill[valario]Its war wit this six slugsKnown to sell drugsDown south, thugged out, never gave a *****Everybody in this mutha*****a down to bust504, nothin but murderas among usGhetto commission rippin them niggas up alone the choppers.Tso know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.504, the westbanks comin real504, them other niggas know the dealChorus 2x[Silkk the shocker]Nigga cant be *****ed wit, dawg, nigga, no way.We make niggas go to the fedz, so they can relocate.While yall do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.If I gotta do somethin, shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.War, we about that nigga***** wit my clique, I doubt that niggaLeave the keys in the car, hop up out that niggaCuz we about the figgasStill about the triggasTo myself, type of nigga thatllstay in the cutLil quiet ass niggas, really dont say muchHatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin to make up.No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.Project nigga, sip henny in a cup19 on the sedan, come through 20s on the truck.Thugged outNigga, I love this cloutPut it down for my niggas, plus I love the southSee these niggas that I roll wit, dont gotta second guess that.Theyll put it there, where your chest atTank around my neck, yall better respect thatI dont fight, if you got hands (guns fire) youll catch that.Chorus 2x(krazy talking)Now***** itMurder your mutha*****in ass niggaGhetto commission niggaAnd that nigga silkkHaha, and krazyIm just thugginIts all love, babayThis no limit shit deep niggaYou niggas cant swimDont get in the mutha*****in waterCuz youll get a bomb *****We dont give a *****Its aint no loveNothin but thugsDrama!
