Bustas Can't See Me

歌詞

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven bloaw! One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven The one eighty seven Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that ass if I don't shank ya Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in ditches Givin' them niggas stitches, smokin' them with the peoples Cause a, ain't no love see I'm just a G With twin glocks on my side you can't fuck with me Once again they come at me with that same old shit Got to show 'em, let 'em know I'm not no punk ass bitch Ready to pop them blood clot and let him feel hostile S-P-I-C-E comin', we gettin' hard to kill So sit your ass down don't you flinch one inch Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench Got a whole live bury full of Smith-N-Wesson Servin' your ass like salad dressin' So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thug Leavin' your bloody body in the mud Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Thought you was my nigga but you set me up Tried to shut me up, tried to wet me, tried to wet me up Now I gotta twist your snapple, kill shit up and gaffle Put a worm hole in your rotten apple Time for confrontation, and I know this Ex-drive through won't give me your exact location So don't be sleepin', cause I'm gon' be creepin' Cleanin' shit up, straight street sweepin' My destination ain't too far As I smobs in my rag top gangsta car To come and get ya, I'm drinkin' Red Rum Don't need a damn thing for the chase cause I likes to taste One eight seven artist, play your ass like a Sega punches Back in the game, knockin' out teeths' Blowin' motherfuckers in Teresa's pieces Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Me erupt this rust clot with my f-a-fo'-five, Don't wanna see me take no lives Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds Shake 'em up like Gin & Juice then guzzle 'em down They claimin' this O.G. is a has been But I'll be damned if I let these Busta's think that I won't pull out my mac again We can all talk, it ain't no thing to bust Leavin' your flesh lookin' like It's melted as I raise up outta the cut Mad man killer, feel me on the realer Wouldn't bullshit ya homie I'ma cap filler Ready to handle my business Wrappin' it all in my clip Blowin' niggas outta eight story windows and shit So keep your hammer cocked and keep a close watch For the nine millimeter And a nigga that's makin' your place look stocked Peel a cap for the funk he did that's smokin' on this BT Niggas pop at my shadow cause these busta's can't see me Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!) Busta's can't see me my Uzi goes bang! (shame!)