We Bust Lyrics
| Song | We Bust |
| Artist | 504 Boyz |
| Album | Goodfellas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (silkk talking) | |
| Ok p, i think they done fucked up now, right? | |
| We have to bring the headbusters down | |
| From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? | |
| Chorus [krazy] 1x | |
| These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us | |
| We bust | |
| I guess i gotta show you niggas 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 niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. | |
| I'm from the terrordome | |
| Where niggas sport hair and bone | |
| And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. | |
| No love for hos | |
| Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed | |
| Set you up | |
| And get cut | |
| And act like they don't know fuck | |
| I'm from that dirty | |
| Where niggas will kill behind that birdie | |
| We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. | |
| [g-spade] | |
| War and collide | |
| Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die | |
| Hit yo' block from both sides | |
| Gc's sick and tired | |
| These niggas don't play | |
| Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game | |
| Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. | |
| Better ask them niggas do they really want war | |
| They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' spade dawg | |
| Shit'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 fuck | |
| Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust | |
| 504, nothin' but murderas among us | |
| Ghetto commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. | |
| Tso know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. | |
| 504, the westbanks comin' real | |
| 504, them other niggas know the deal | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Silkk the shocker | |
| Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. | |
| We make niggas 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', shit, you know i gots ta hold weight. | |
| War, we about that nigga | |
| Fuck wit' my clique, i doubt that nigga | |
| Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga | |
| Cuz we about the figgas | |
| Still about the triggas | |
| To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut | |
| Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much | |
| Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. | |
| No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. | |
| Project nigga, sip henny in a cup | |
| 19 on the sedan, come through 20's on the truck. | |
| Thugged out | |
| Nigga, i love this clout | |
| Put it down for my niggas, plus i love the south | |
| See these niggas 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 | |
| Fuck it | |
| Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga | |
| Ghetto commission nigga | |
| And that nigga silkk | |
| Haha, and krazy | |
| I'm just thuggin' | |
| It's all love, babay | |
| This no limit shit deep nigga | |
| You niggas can't swim | |
| Don't get in the muthafuckin' water | |
| Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch | |
| We don't give a fuck | |
| It's ain't no love | |
| Nothin' but thugs | |
| Drama! |
| silkk talking | |
| Ok p, i think they done fucked up now, right? | |
| We have to bring the headbusters down | |
| From that 504, ya' ll know wha w bout, ya heard me? | |
| Chorus krazy 1x | |
| These bitch niggas can' t fuck wit' us | |
| We bust | |
| I guess i gotta show you niggas 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 niggas ride around wit' 20' s spinnin' on adaptors. | |
| I' m from the terrordome | |
| Where niggas sport hair and bone | |
| And there' s one major label in this city, and each is own. | |
| No love for hos | |
| Cuz they' ll leave you wit' your shit exposed | |
| Set you up | |
| And get cut | |
| And act like they don' t know fuck | |
| I' m from that dirty | |
| Where niggas will kill behind that birdie | |
| We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. | |
| gspade | |
| War and collide | |
| Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die | |
| Hit yo' block from both sides | |
| Gc' s sick and tired | |
| These niggas don' t play | |
| Thinkin' it' s a fuckin' game | |
| Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. | |
| Better ask them niggas do they really want war | |
| They' ll tell you ah, nope, not wit' spade dawg | |
| Shit' 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 fuck | |
| Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust | |
| 504, nothin' but murderas among us | |
| Ghetto commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. | |
| Tso know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. | |
| 504, the westbanks comin' real | |
| 504, them other niggas know the deal | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Silkk the shocker | |
| Nigga can' t be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. | |
| We make niggas 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', shit, you know i gots ta hold weight. | |
| War, we about that nigga | |
| Fuck wit' my clique, i doubt that nigga | |
| Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga | |
| Cuz we about the figgas | |
| Still about the triggas | |
| To myself, type of nigga that' llstay in the cut | |
| Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don' t say much | |
| Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. | |
| No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. | |
| Project nigga, sip henny in a cup | |
| 19 on the sedan, come through 20' s on the truck. | |
| Thugged out | |
| Nigga, i love this clout | |
| Put it down for my niggas, plus i love the south | |
| See these niggas 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 | |
| Fuck it | |
| Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga | |
| Ghetto commission nigga | |
| And that nigga silkk | |
| Haha, and krazy | |
| I' m just thuggin' | |
| It' s all love, babay | |
| This no limit shit deep nigga | |
| You niggas can' t swim | |
| Don' t get in the muthafuckin' water | |
| Cuz you' ll get a bomb bitch | |
| We don' t give a fuck | |
| It' s ain' t no love | |
| Nothin' but thugs | |
| Drama! |
| silkk talking | |
| Ok p, i think they done fucked up now, right? | |
| We have to bring the headbusters down | |
| From that 504, ya' ll know wha w bout, ya heard me? | |
| Chorus krazy 1x | |
| These bitch niggas can' t fuck wit' us | |
| We bust | |
| I guess i gotta show you niggas 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 niggas ride around wit' 20' s spinnin' on adaptors. | |
| I' m from the terrordome | |
| Where niggas sport hair and bone | |
| And there' s one major label in this city, and each is own. | |
| No love for hos | |
| Cuz they' ll leave you wit' your shit exposed | |
| Set you up | |
| And get cut | |
| And act like they don' t know fuck | |
| I' m from that dirty | |
| Where niggas will kill behind that birdie | |
| We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. | |
| gspade | |
| War and collide | |
| Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die | |
| Hit yo' block from both sides | |
| Gc' s sick and tired | |
| These niggas don' t play | |
| Thinkin' it' s a fuckin' game | |
| Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. | |
| Better ask them niggas do they really want war | |
| They' ll tell you ah, nope, not wit' spade dawg | |
| Shit' 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 fuck | |
| Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust | |
| 504, nothin' but murderas among us | |
| Ghetto commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. | |
| Tso know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. | |
| 504, the westbanks comin' real | |
| 504, them other niggas know the deal | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Silkk the shocker | |
| Nigga can' t be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. | |
| We make niggas 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', shit, you know i gots ta hold weight. | |
| War, we about that nigga | |
| Fuck wit' my clique, i doubt that nigga | |
| Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga | |
| Cuz we about the figgas | |
| Still about the triggas | |
| To myself, type of nigga that' llstay in the cut | |
| Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don' t say much | |
| Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. | |
| No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. | |
| Project nigga, sip henny in a cup | |
| 19 on the sedan, come through 20' s on the truck. | |
| Thugged out | |
| Nigga, i love this clout | |
| Put it down for my niggas, plus i love the south | |
| See these niggas 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 | |
| Fuck it | |
| Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga | |
| Ghetto commission nigga | |
| And that nigga silkk | |
| Haha, and krazy | |
| I' m just thuggin' | |
| It' s all love, babay | |
| This no limit shit deep nigga | |
| You niggas can' t swim | |
| Don' t get in the muthafuckin' water | |
| Cuz you' ll get a bomb bitch | |
| We don' t give a fuck | |
| It' s ain' t no love | |
| Nothin' but thugs | |
| Drama! |
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