We Bust lyrics

[Silkk talking]
Ok P, I think they done f*cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

[Chorus: Krazy]
These b*tch n*ggas can't f*ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you n*ggas you could be touched
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where n*ggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors
I'm from the Terrordome
Where n*ggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own
No love for hoes
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your sh*t exposed
Set you up And get cut
And act like they don't know f*ck
I'm from that dirty
Where n*ggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and b*tch you heard me
[G-Spade]
War and collide
f*ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These n*ggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f*ckin' game
b*tch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f*ckin' brain
Better ask them n*ggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
sh*t's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f*ck
Everybody in this muthaf*cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them n*ggas up alone the choppers
TSO know that the ghetto n*ggas street stoppers
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other n*ggas know the deal
[Chorus 2X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
n*gga can't be f*cked wit', dawg, n*gga, no way
We make n*ggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day
If I gotta do somethin', sh*t, you know I gots ta hold weight
War, we about that n*gga
f*ck wit' my clique, I doubt that n*gga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that n*gga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of n*gga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass n*ggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up
No pistols play slim n*gga, hardly lift no weights up
Project n*gga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck
Thugged out
n*gga, I love this clout
Put it down for my n*ggas, plus I love the South
See these n*ggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that
[Chorus 2X]

[Krazy talking]
Now
f*ck it
Murder your muthaf*ckin' ass n*gga
Ghetto Commission n*gga
And that n*gga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit sh*t deep n*gga
You n*ggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf*ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb b*tch
We don't give a f*ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA!