Mista Busta

歌詞

Yeah! This DD pimp playa OG Dru Down, drawin down on bustas like yoself! You ain't got no mo crew, sucka You's a, punk, nigga [Chorus: 2x] Mista Busta Mista Busta Since you retired from this rap shit you think it's over? Didn't want to retaliate, but ya made me! Now I'm goin' crazy! OK now pumpkin heads Is what I give you when you run up against that cap-a-lot Still killa Double, these nuts is bigga! Picture if I Done you like that Talkin' behind yo damn back You dirty, dirty Rat-tat-tat I'm puttin' 'em in ya like I want to You's a gonna And after that I'm at yo woman's house and I'ma bone her Sonya? Is that, that bitch name? It doesn't matter she likes them faulty flossy niggas anyways What a way To go out And show out In front of some niggas that got yo ass spooked Like one of my hoes ain't known before You fake ass nigga I'm sayin' real pimpin' here thou I see through you like glass Won't you kiss my narrow ass Matter fact Where the mutha fuckin' mack in you black? Never see you on the track Plus I hear you still smokin' crack Betta stay where you at 'Cause it the Town you fucked Lollipop sucka! Mista, busta! [Chorus: x2] You showed no love So of course mutha fucka ain't no love nigga Even though you outta the game I'm bringin' it to you Mayne I hope you feel the Pain! Never cross tracks wit railroad tracks Something I can cross back I, discovered That you was a Unpredictable Egotistical Someone who thought his ass was unforgettable Soft like imperial Pancake butta mutha fucka Still small time shittin' punks Should put you wit your tapes in the trunk At Puemont High Was sellin' tapes for five Sold two was coo Hit a couple of corners on the dime Krush groovin' Body movin' Shoulda left me alone, but now it's on Next I'm to the dome Blow! Watch me use his punk title "Cocktail" his whole studio Make sho there's no survivors I'ma Stay real Change for no one Oakland is my city And Oakland is where my loved ones get some nigga. [Chorus: x2] This fo retaliation on the monkey tryin' to talk about me An folks on that tape and escape, too late High blood pressure Dru Down About to draw on that curved dome Need to be Put in front of the whole Oakland fire squad Let 'em start lettin' loose I bet then I'll hear your ass screamin' truce Bad news Got lil kids and old folks talkin' 'bout, "Hey Dru! You mean to tell me you ain't down wit TOO $HORT now?" Never been That's why I keeps breezy in the wind Lookin' for infiltrators Now these other bustas want to know bout us PARAPHERNALIA MOBSTERS Oakland imposter Born no, raised a lil baby That's like you catch it Think it Get rid of the fuckin' scavis Shady Shoulda boot ya from the get-go Especially at the Summer Jam when you ain't throw a damn blow Non-shot calla Oops! Don't be the only one laughin' Ain't no damn hits, fa real? But I'ma fix that like yo grill. [Chorus: x2] Mista Busta Nigga ain't got away wit nothin'! Bitch made mutha fucka Ha ha! Fake ass nigga!