Busta Ass n*ggaz lyrics

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Project Pat


[Intro: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t

[Hook: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Nig-n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm a n*ggas worst nightmare, I keep my plans quiet as kept
Mothaf*ckas wonderin' what the Juice is gonna do next
Just sit back like a mack for the killin' spree
n*ggas killin' n*ggas, that's all a n*gga wanna see
I tried to be a down ass n*gga, never sellin' out
Till mothaf*ckas started ridin' my di*k, and runnin' their mouth
I heard I did this, did that, rumors left and came
People said I got a b*tch drunk, and we ran a train
f*ck what you heard, n*gga, stay the f*ck out my face
Gossip in yo f*ckin' mouth gon' make a n*gga catch a case
Everytime I see ya in front of ya high school
Tryin' to flag me down, old nappy head b*tch ass fool
Time for the Juicemane to go insane
n*gga get real, before I put a bullet to yo brain
'Cause I'm a n*gga that you don't wanna f*ck with
So, don't come in my face with that ho sh*t
[Hook: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, busta ass, busta ass n*ggas
Runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Mafia n*ggas pull them triggers, blast on they sissy ass
Buck 'em down once, buck 'em down twice
Yo casket get wet when you fall in a blood bath
.45 automatic Glock makes you feel the wrath
Criss-cross in my path, if you think I'm jokin' b*tch
b*tch mothaf*ckas spread sh*t, fall down 6 in a ditch
Switch from this place to that place, startin' rumors
Fillin' up the heads of them Killa Man tape consumers
But they continue to sell, and I continue to get bailed
That's why we rollin' clean, and for you, it's a dream
To join the Triple 6, try dreamin' of suckin' our di*ks
Because them Triple 6 n*ggas don't bar none of you tricks
Gl'izz'ock on the hip, plus some extra clips
You face the face of death when I squeeze on that b'izz'ig gr'izz'ip
And I don't wanna hear sh*t a n*gga said about me
Unless I ask
I'm 'bout to smack yo busta ass, n*gga
[Outro: DJ Zirk, DJ Paul]
Busta ass, bust, busta ass n*ggas runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
Busta ass, busta ass, busta ass n*ggas
Runnin' around with that ho sh*t
Now, now with a n*gga all on the di*k of the 6-double-6
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