Head Bussa lyrics

[Intro]
Head bussa...
Head bussa...
Head bussa...
Head bussa...

[Hook] (4x)
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa)

[Verse: Noreaga]
Hey yo...
Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car)
Drop Lex, 'Llac truck, or the Lazy R
I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then haze we are
I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what)
And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just f*ck my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a n*gga better God?
I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather guard
Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher
See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa
You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks
Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits
No red meat, I'm good with just water and fish
Thugged out Militainment see we focused - b*tch
Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot
Or you can catch me in LA, with a Mexican midget
[Hook] (4x)

[Verse: Noreaga]
Yo, yo...
See I'm a Philly n*gga, I can't f*ck wit a dutch chick
Automatic whips, can't f*ck wit a clutch sh*t
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems
The first n*gga sellin' cracks through a fax machine
sh*t StarTac (StarTac) I hold my gun in a rage
And I can make planes crash through a two-way page
n*ggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics
Like I'm a new artist, the nerve of these rap bast*rds
But that's aight cause I'm a still make more
And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw
I make songs for the poor n*ggas
The most grimey and raw n*ggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door n*ggas
Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break
I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person

[Hook] (7x)

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Aim down, bang the same
I'm a see if you say my name "N-O-R"
They announce to change the game
Couting out eleven clouds and bullets that rain
Came down (down) it's a soldier game (fa' sho n*gga)
Kill for money, heroin, and 'caine n*gga
See your flag, the color of cloud n*gga
Picture finish, show me what you are
[Verse: Noreaga]
See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
And them Def Jam n*ggas put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
n*ggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'Lac Truck, them n*ggas in Path-Finders and-uh
The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!
M.U. the ones screaming like N.O.R.E.!, N.O.R.E.!
Man, I'm outta' town my n*ggas travel, too
We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu
And you can ask the Jake, they call me "no sh*t"
Cause everytime they question me, I don't know sh*t
And hold this, yea n*gga just know this
I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris
Straight monsterous, I keep a ill beat
And n*ggas hardly like you, your sh*t still weak

[Bridge]

[Hook] (8x)