This Motherf...

"Homie gonna play that love Rolling up On da club

Nine in my jacket

Just in case I gotta blast a fool Finna get my drugs"

Gonna get gangsta mac

Lining 'em up in a amba lance

Wack, like the DJ

Playin' that shitty electric dance

I ain't beefin' wit da owner Cuz he got me spotted V.I.P.

Thugs rollin' up on me Make a draw trolling me

But I got some for they extra nasty Coming from the set In the back seat

Filling 'em up

Spittin that copper

Stiffin em out with a pimped out chopper

Got that laser sight, pistol grip, muzzle brake

Kick flip the n*ggas in the back, mean muggin'

They duckin'

"AINT NO COVER IN THIS MUFUCKUH!"

Brrrrrrrrrrap!

Get the goods and I'm slammin'

Out the door jamming Calling up the girls, gas to the floor

Ain't nobody got time to be sittin' ring side for dis muhh fucka!

(I'm

Bussin' Out rhymes

Cuz my life got caught in the hang time

I'm

Gettin' my bag

Cuz ain't nobody hiring saggin' pants)

Get on home Get on in Post up

And wait for the revenge Cold settin in

Crazy n*gga out wilin' Free styling

But I got my bag

So what the fuck?

Come try to send me to my maker

I'm a risk taker

Flexing and shootin'

Cookin' like a Swiss baker

Don't be coming rollin' up on me like you some kinda badass muhfuckuh

Bet you can't draw homie

I got twenty foh reasons why, homie

And yo casket ass gonna be meetin' God, homie...

(I'm

Bussin' Out rhymes

Cuz my life got caught in the hang time

I'm

Gettin' my bag

Cuz ain't nobody hiring saggin' pants)

I'm

Bussin' Out Rhymes

Cuz my life got caught in the hang time

I'm

Gettin' my bag

'Cause ain't nobody need saggin' pants

Homie gonna play that love

*bang*

"Fuck!"

*bang bang bang*