Busta Phree lyrics

by

Richie Rich


[Verse 1]
Did a little bit of jail time, now I’m back in the house
And I’m jonesin’, and you know what I’m thinking about
Sex, and in the studio getting mine
Ain’t dropped a tape since, uh, ‘89
I was crossed up by some brothers that be jackin’
So if you bought that tape and felt that it was lackin’
Here’s that missing link, and my apologies extended
That sh*t jumped off but that ain’t how it was intended
But yo, peep it, I’m the creator of that old sh*t
You know it fa sho, that’s why my old sh*t hit
And now I’m to the head, I’ma let you fools see
What Double R can do solo, ‘cause I’m busta phree

[Chorus]
Busta free…in the night
Straight solo, he’s solo
He’s busta phree…in the day
Straight solo, straight solo

[Verse 2]
But now that jailhouse is full of brothas that be bustin’
But I can’t bite, I’m not that n*gga to be trustin’
The drag and the drama about the things they be havin’
See them fools on the street, and I be laughin’
‘Cause they tore back—oh, where your Cadillac at?
Oh now it’s in the shop—fool, you sniffin’ hop
And getting dime thangs—trick, them screens ain’t even clean
That’s a damn shame—all that time, he was a fiend
But look, that ain’t that the half—I heard ‘em worse than that
They got brothas in jail with a hundred G’s stacked
That ain’t impossible, I’ve seen brothas that raw
But now when commissary come, this n*gga don’t even draw
He jocks my sack—“Yo Rich, shoot some soup”
Hey, what’s the scoop? I thought you had a hundred G’s, troop?
Get off my dizick, support your own damn habits
Get dry draggin’, and acting like you living lavish
You’s a struggler, straight broke, that’s no joke
Using heroin, speed, crank, and probably white dope
Telling lies ‘cause you was bunkin’ with me
I couldn’t wait ‘til my release date to be busta phree
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