Soulja Slim - Head Buster Lyrics
featuring Big Ed Mr. Serv On [Soulja Slim/Big Ed] Chorus We suggest that you niggas don't ***** with us The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust [Soulja Slim] It's do or die on the streets that I roam that I roam That's why I never leave my gun at home gun at home x2 [Soulja Slim] Shit niggas not goin put the chest these days Niggas catch it down bad and bust your mother*****in head Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that *****ing rome But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these ***** poppers I'm from uptown so you know I got to get you partner I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks And I got quick reacts and I bust em back and hit somethin ***** the stuntin, me and myself might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin Straight dome shot, leave you bald might go on my face and ***** em all Then walk off with an innocent look on my face Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace running like I'm running a race Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real I suggest you don't ***** with us Suggest don't ***** with us I suggest Chorus x2 [Big Ed] We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip *****es know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind and put in no wax and singing And nigga keep my gat trown up like ???? Trigger finger itching like crabs Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that! Chorus x2 [Mr. Serv-On] It's the S to the E to the R to the V to the O to the N to the T to the R to the U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A Can't carry ya, drama marry ya Step across this *****in line my tank stroll mother*****er I straight deal ya Be like blasting, stepping like a *****in hog Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog I'm still asking the lord to bless me these niggas persist to test me After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars I'm soed up and I'm still creeping Round the corner with my mask on got my gloves on, ready to get my *****ing blast on So when you see me, nigga bow down to this *****ing tank You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas *****ing can't So I'm tired of you mother*****ers asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors It's all tank love, ***** the others It's real nigga (real
