Fat Joe - Bust At You Lyrics
[talking]Excuse me while I sing to youIm being real and thats the thing to doIm just living and lovingSmoking and *****ing (yeah uh)Out here on the grind, yeah (alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)If I cant get no love then I can touch you(shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)[chorus]Id rather touch you, yeah(we ridin on these niggas come on)stead Id rather bust at you (yeah, terror squad)Id rather touch you, yeah (its goin down my niggas)(stunna, face, joe crack the don)stead Id rather bust at you[fat joe]You mother*****ers must be crazyI been doin this shit since the eightiesRun up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-babyIts the kid still holdin the crownNow that they give it Im holdin a poundAnd Im lookin for some bustas who be actin like them niggas do dirtCome to find out they aint put in no workAn now my feelings is hurtCause they decided that they wanted to murkBut ima chase em to the end of the earthCause Im a mother*****in riderYou can see the pain in my faceGot no problem exchangin the hateThey got me fightin a caseAnd if I blow will I face a fifteenAnd Ill probably do it all in the penBut yo Im livin with itDeath before dishonor for my niggas that rideA thousand deaths if ya sellin ya pride ha ha haDeath before dishonor for my niggas that rideA thousand deaths if ya sellin ya prideYou mother*****ers need to know that[chorus]Id rather touch you, yeahstead Id rather bust at youId rather touch you, yeahstead Id rather bust at you[baby]Hey joeWe gon ball like dogs but keep it gangsta niggaIm a guerilla on the streets but its time for the fun timeOut of line, I bust with my tech nineChoose ya loose, I give ya the bluesOl ***** ass nigga with his ***** ass crewsIts the murder man mack, I stash in the lacI bought my bricks from these dro back stacksIts the birdman baby come and holla at me laterDuck ass niggas, we deal with em laterFirst you, go to the mall and you ball like a dogAnd we drop the car, then holla at ya boyTell them ***** ass niggas, break bread with the boyJoe, they breakin bread with the boyTell big pun nigga, stunna ride for the boyWin or lose I ride for my boyIts the b-m gangsta, the d-boy clickWe mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga[chorus]Id rather touch you, yeahstead Id rather bust at youId rather touch you, yeahstead Id rather bust at you[scarface]Niggas tell me money talkBut bullshit is walkin out on four feetThats why Im ridin on ya whole streetIll be a nigga till its said and doneIm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never runI keep my forty cal *****ed cause these niggas on my block bangRight up the street from where the cops hangAnd in my head I hear pac sangAnd then them rushin memories make me cry till I cant stop manTell my mama Im a killer if I happen to dieThats how I lived, aint no sense in me lyinMy whole lifes filled with dangerNever been a stranger to homicideMy neighborhoods full of gangstas and drive-bysAnd niggas fightin for positionThe demon has risen from out of prisonNow Im losin my religionThats how Im feeling when Im *****in with youCause I dont ***** with you, now Im bustin at youSo ***** you dude[chorus]Id rather touch you, yeah (terror squad, facemob uh)stead Id rather bust at you (cash money millionaires uh come on)Id rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)stead Id rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)Id rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)stead Id rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)[scarface talking]Dedicated to my homeboy pacLove daddyFacemob in the houseFat joe and it dont stopCome on
