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    Bust At You [featuring Baby, Scarface & Tony Sunshine] (explicit album version)

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      About "Bust At You [featuring Baby, Scarface & Tony Sunshine] (explicit album version)"

      Lyrics for Fat Joe - "Bust At You [featuring Baby, Scarface & Tony Sunshine] (explicit album version)"

      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 fucking (Yeah huh)
      Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
      If I can't get no love then I can touch you
      (Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)

      [Chorus]
      I'd rather touch you, yeah
      (We ridin' on these niggas come on)
      'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)
      I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
      (Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
      'Stead 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 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'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 niggas that ride
      A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
      Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
      A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
      You motherfuckers need to know that

      [Chorus]

      Hey Joe
      We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
      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' pussy ass nigga 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 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 pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
      Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
      Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
      Win or lose I ride for my boy
      It's the be -M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
      We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga

      [Chorus]

      Niggas 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 nigga 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 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 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 niggas fightin' for position
      The demon has risen from out of prison
      Now I'm losin' my religion
      That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
      Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
      So fuck you dude

      [Chorus]

      Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
      Love daddy
      Facemob in the house
      Fat Joe and it don't stop
      Come on

      SONGWRITERS:
      WILLIAMS, BRYAN / CLINTON, GEORGE JR. / COLLINS, WILLIAM EARL / CARTAGENA, JOSEPH ANTHONY / COOPER, GARY LEE / MAMAN, ALAN
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