504 Boyz - We Bust
[Silkk talking]Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?We have to bring the headbusters downFrom that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?[chorus (Krazy) 1X]These bitch niggas can't fuck 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 can't slip or sleep[Halloway]I'm from that 405 backwardsWhereI fell in these tractorsWhere niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.I'm from the TerrordomeWhere niggas sport hair and boneAnd there's one major label in this city, and each is own.No love for hosCuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposedSet you upAnd get cutAnd act like they don't know fuckI'm from that dirtyWhere niggas will kill behind that birdieWe use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.[G-Spade]War and collideFuck wit' us and fo' sho dieHIt yo' block from both sidesGC's sick and tiredThese niggas don't playThinkin' it's a fuckin' gameBitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain.Better ask them niggas do they really want warThey'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawgShit's realGet your cap peeledFeel your blood spillKeep this snub, no steelCuz these thugs will kill[Valario]It's war wit' this six slugsKnown to sell drugsDown south, thugged out, never gave a fuckEverybody in this muthafucka 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 deal[chorus 2X][Silkk the Shocker]Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.While ya'll 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 niggaFuck 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 that'llstay in the cutLil' quiet ass niggas, really don't 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 20's 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', don't gotta second guess that.They'll put it there, where your chest atTank around my neck, ya'll better respect thatI don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.[chorus 2X][Krazy talking]NowFuck itMurder your muthafuckin' ass niggaGhetto Commission niggaAnd that nigga SilkkHaha, and KrazyI'm just thuggin'It's all love, babayThis No Limit shit deep niggaYou niggas can't swimDon't get in the muthafuckin' waterCuz you'll get a bomb bitchWe don't give a fuckIt's ain't no loveNothin' but thugsDRAMA!
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