Do Or Die - Bustin Back Lyrics
Mother*****ers bust at me, you better believe Im bustin back (2x)Verse 1Mutha *****az at, war, an they line up at the doorNigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killazTook a shot at the door, nigga you aint knowAint no art of that war, ***** warWe can take it to the streets, mutha***** bone an its on when we meetNever ride alone cuz I roll one deepBlack four-five on me like a sheep, I creepIn the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your cityIts a pity when you ***** with the chiNigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dotAn why, cuz you *****in with the ***** killaLike a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat phillaCuz Im a straight at war, nigga ***** a bone killaEvery ***** come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone niggaStep into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chromeInfared beam an it see that your goneNot many men thatll kill in they zone, we strongMother*****er wanna run up then its on, lets goAn you been up to some, no playIma catch you on yo off dayHit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war playNigga hoes, an yo wife too, ***** yo ***** an your rapAn yo style an yo life tooAint no tellin what we might doRap-a-lot mutha*****a, an Im down with the right crewAn now I call for the right 2Split yo mutha*****in head down the center like like atomicBoom! did yo dawg an you like whoSwitch ***** fore you ask what which would you die soon(chorus 2x)We some windaz, k-i-l-l, kill be killed(mutha *****az bust at me, you better believe Im bustin back)Verse 2Nigga whats all that bluffin foSteady mackin tough, but we know yall some hoesSteppin wrong to the sny or do or die,The whole c-h-i gonna rollSo what up *****, you done *****ed up now, palDisrespect the wrong town, clownStep wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta killJust gotta pull it, clone whatAn leave yo whole click get struck***** around left bone stuck, bone *****edAll your boys hollerin bone duck, what was thatChildren cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to workThis chi town cap peelaHit em up for knockin the world for a minuteYo punk dont play so you better get a littleNigga want war pack the atf blast outYo whole gun started killin ***** faster, I hit the stash outGet the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed outNigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next *****An shout right now from the lexus***** bone cuz its on in my city, so stick it, stick itStick it, stick it, ***** now what?Verse 3Im sick of all this bullshitWatch a mutha*****a full flip, when I pull itCant wait til I see you, to bad I wouldnt wanna be youAn aint no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-twoMy four-five gonna meet you, boneThug ass harmonies, you cant ***** wit the chi town armoryHit em all when they come wit theseCaulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can beWhen you come here from that east 1999For *****in wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lapAn what you lookin for, you gonna findLosin holes in my gold gatIn full ass do you mutha*****az do you hoes laughI know your high on green, you messedPass out all stressed up, Im at the end of the world so catch upCuz we blast yall keep in wit the mastersAn Im in it to win it, will I serve a *****Im my brothers keeper til i, die an deserve this *****(chorus 4x)Verse 4Better be remotivated wit a mack 10Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha *****az passionBullets crash we load them thangsSo mutha*****az seen hoes who strainI can hear they voices prayin, none of yall *****es adapt to painWell if you cant pick up pain, pick up painSay my name, a to the mutha*****in kOn that note nigga I close yo casket bastardThat flower shit thats high an drasticSupposed to be, yall *****es aint cold to me, it was told to meThat yall react to drama when it comes to guns an shitAint gotta do the pos, yo click aint too hardOur click to serve a *****Only chi town niggaz do run it like thisOnly chi town niggaz do run it like thisOnly chi town niggaz do run it like thisTake yo wig, flip you *****, cross our roadsWell break your souls, like triple darkness they say we coldMy 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clipAn leave yo whole crew sick my dickAn you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot onesDig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got oneThat all you *****es better dodge for lifeYou want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life)(chorus 4x)
