Head Buster Lyrics
| Song | Head Buster |
| Artist | Soulja Slim |
| Album | Give It 2 'Em Raw |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Big Ed, Mr.Serv-On ... | |
| Chorus We suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us | |
| The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust [Soulja Slim] | |
| It's do or die on the streets that | |
| I roam, that | |
| I roam That's why | |
| I never leave my gun at home, gun at home [x2] [Soulja Slim] | |
| Shit, niggas not goin put the chest these days | |
| Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head | |
| Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip | |
| And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip | |
| Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home | |
| I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome | |
| But you on guard, | |
| I don't stun in front of these pussy poppers | |
| I'm from uptown so you know | |
| I got to get you partner | |
| I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks | |
| And I got quick reacts and | |
| I bust em back and hit somethin | |
| Fuck the stuntin, me and myself might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin | |
| Straight dome shot, leave you bald might go on my face and fuck em all | |
| Then walk off with an innocent look on my face | |
| Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace running like | |
| I'm running a race | |
| Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me | |
| Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second | |
| Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal | |
| Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real | |
| I suggest you don't fuck with us | |
| Suggest don't fuck with us | |
| I suggest [Chorus x2] [Big Ed] | |
| We some hard ass niggas, | |
| Big Ed and | |
| Soulja Slim | |
| Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them | |
| Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit | |
| Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip | |
| Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting | |
| Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin | |
| A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it | |
| Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind and put in no wax and singing | |
| And nigga keep my gat trown up like [?] | |
| Trigger finger itching like crabs | |
| Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when | |
| I stab Nigga think got more deadly so | |
| I got more gats | |
| Totin to edge two compacts, | |
| Big Ed be puttin it down like that! [Chorus x2] [Mr. Serv-On] | |
| It's the S to the | |
| E to the R to the | |
| V to the O to the | |
| N to the T to the | |
| R to the U to the | |
| N to the I to the | |
| G to the K to the | |
| A Can't carry ya, drama marry ya | |
| Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker | |
| I straight deal ya | |
| Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog | |
| Soulja Slim ya know me, | |
| Big Ed get at me dog | |
| I'm still asking the lord to bless me these niggas persist to test me | |
| After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me | |
| I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game | |
| Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars | |
| I'm soed up and | |
| I'm still creeping | |
| Round the corner with my mask on got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on | |
| So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank | |
| You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can't | |
| So I'm tired of you motherfuckers asking why | |
| I twist my hat and wear my colors | |
| It's all tank love, fuck the others | |
| It's real nigga (real) |
| zuo ci : Big Ed, Mr. ServOn ... | |
| Chorus We suggest that you niggas don' t fuck with us | |
| The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust Soulja Slim | |
| It' s do or die on the streets that | |
| I roam, that | |
| I roam That' s why | |
| I never leave my gun at home, gun at home x2 Soulja Slim | |
| Shit, niggas not goin put the chest these days | |
| Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head | |
| Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip | |
| And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip | |
| Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home | |
| I' ll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome | |
| But you on guard, | |
| I don' t stun in front of these pussy poppers | |
| I' m from uptown so you know | |
| I got to get you partner | |
| I' ve been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks | |
| And I got quick reacts and | |
| I bust em back and hit somethin | |
| Fuck the stuntin, me and myself might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin | |
| Straight dome shot, leave you bald might go on my face and fuck em all | |
| Then walk off with an innocent look on my face | |
| Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace running like | |
| I' m running a race | |
| Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me | |
| Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second | |
| Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal | |
| Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real | |
| I suggest you don' t fuck with us | |
| Suggest don' t fuck with us | |
| I suggest Chorus x2 Big Ed | |
| We some hard ass niggas, | |
| Big Ed and | |
| Soulja Slim | |
| Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them | |
| Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit | |
| Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip | |
| Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting | |
| Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin | |
| A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain' t scared to bring it | |
| Nigga I' m tryin to leave the streets behind and put in no wax and singing | |
| And nigga keep my gat trown up like ? | |
| Trigger finger itching like crabs | |
| Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when | |
| I stab Nigga think got more deadly so | |
| I got more gats | |
| Totin to edge two compacts, | |
| Big Ed be puttin it down like that! Chorus x2 Mr. ServOn | |
| It' s the S to the | |
| E to the R to the | |
| V to the O to the | |
| N to the T to the | |
| R to the U to the | |
| N to the I to the | |
| G to the K to the | |
| A Can' t carry ya, drama marry ya | |
| Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker | |
| I straight deal ya | |
| Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog | |
| Soulja Slim ya know me, | |
| Big Ed get at me dog | |
| I' m still asking the lord to bless me these niggas persist to test me | |
| After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me | |
| I' m ready to lay my claim niggas know the game | |
| Ain' t shit changed, five hundred dollars | |
| I' m soed up and | |
| I' m still creeping | |
| Round the corner with my mask on got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on | |
| So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank | |
| You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can' t | |
| So I' m tired of you motherfuckers asking why | |
| I twist my hat and wear my colors | |
| It' s all tank love, fuck the others | |
| It' s real nigga real |
| zuò cí : Big Ed, Mr. ServOn ... | |
| Chorus We suggest that you niggas don' t fuck with us | |
| The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust Soulja Slim | |
| It' s do or die on the streets that | |
| I roam, that | |
| I roam That' s why | |
| I never leave my gun at home, gun at home x2 Soulja Slim | |
| Shit, niggas not goin put the chest these days | |
| Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head | |
| Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip | |
| And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip | |
| Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home | |
| I' ll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome | |
| But you on guard, | |
| I don' t stun in front of these pussy poppers | |
| I' m from uptown so you know | |
| I got to get you partner | |
| I' ve been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks | |
| And I got quick reacts and | |
| I bust em back and hit somethin | |
| Fuck the stuntin, me and myself might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin | |
| Straight dome shot, leave you bald might go on my face and fuck em all | |
| Then walk off with an innocent look on my face | |
| Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace running like | |
| I' m running a race | |
| Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me | |
| Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second | |
| Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal | |
| Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real | |
| I suggest you don' t fuck with us | |
| Suggest don' t fuck with us | |
| I suggest Chorus x2 Big Ed | |
| We some hard ass niggas, | |
| Big Ed and | |
| Soulja Slim | |
| Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them | |
| Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit | |
| Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip | |
| Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting | |
| Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin | |
| A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain' t scared to bring it | |
| Nigga I' m tryin to leave the streets behind and put in no wax and singing | |
| And nigga keep my gat trown up like ? | |
| Trigger finger itching like crabs | |
| Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when | |
| I stab Nigga think got more deadly so | |
| I got more gats | |
| Totin to edge two compacts, | |
| Big Ed be puttin it down like that! Chorus x2 Mr. ServOn | |
| It' s the S to the | |
| E to the R to the | |
| V to the O to the | |
| N to the T to the | |
| R to the U to the | |
| N to the I to the | |
| G to the K to the | |
| A Can' t carry ya, drama marry ya | |
| Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker | |
| I straight deal ya | |
| Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog | |
| Soulja Slim ya know me, | |
| Big Ed get at me dog | |
| I' m still asking the lord to bless me these niggas persist to test me | |
| After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me | |
| I' m ready to lay my claim niggas know the game | |
| Ain' t shit changed, five hundred dollars | |
| I' m soed up and | |
| I' m still creeping | |
| Round the corner with my mask on got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on | |
| So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank | |
| You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can' t | |
| So I' m tired of you motherfuckers asking why | |
| I twist my hat and wear my colors | |
| It' s all tank love, fuck the others | |
| It' s real nigga real |
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