Big Sacc's - Busta lyrics

[Intro] Hi, are you a buster? Just ask yourself these four simple questions One, do you often get jacked up by your homies? Two, do you often peel out when real riders come by to kick it? Three, do you often get socked up for no reason? Just because the homies are told bank Four, do you always put more on the sac than anyone else? And you don't even smoke bud If you answered yes to any of these questions Then you probably are... a buster Did I, did I say that right? Buster? [Verse 1: Mausberg] My definition of a busta: a n***a who ain't down for sh** Talkin' loud at the mouth, but first to hit the fence When the drama sparks, real G's pull deep And coward-a** n***as be runnin' for safety I beez the n***a, to put your whole core First on the list is that hard-a** n***a from your boulevard Khakis and Chucks, black hat wit' a cane n***a where you from? (I'm from Te-) That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, knowing youse a Piru or Crip But we both got on black, so ya head hella twisted But wait a minute, I think I know these from somewhere You instigate fights and walk around with that mean stare But now you claimin' you ain't bangin', but it's all good Empty yo' pockets and we be solid as wood Cause I'm a gangsta, plus a hustla I see that sign on yo' face Dog, I think that youse a busta [Chorus] No matter where you run No matter where you hide You always be a busta inside Youse a busta (God damn, youse a busta b**h) (And God damn, I'm a muthaf**in' hustla trick) No matter whatcha do No matter matter who ya crew The busta always shines on you Youse a busta (God damn, youse a busta b**h) (And God damn, I'm a muthaf**in' hustla trick) [Verse 2: Mausberg] Anotha case of the busta virus Spread wild, like plagues and like violence has been here for decades Dog, pull ya pants up, cause I'm knowin' youse a B-I-itch Stay ten feet, cause rumor is youse a C-I-itch And I ain't f**in' wit' you tickle me Elmo-a** n***as Fickle as f**, that's why you label the elbow-a** n***as Swangin' on nuts, then get love n***as manipulatin' yo' a**, smokin' all yo' buds You from the hood now, cause you done smoked a pound n***as splurge in yo' herb and then ride in yo' 'burb And you went from master to menstural Pockets and Wallabees to khakis and house shoes I remember you from high school, you was scary as f** When the riots jump off you was hidin' like a poodle But, in 9-9 that's gon' change, rest in peace Youse a coward n***a wit' a busta mentality [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now it's a thousand ways to explain a busta Number one, they ain't no hustlas, they punk muthaf**as Real n***as say what they want, fake n***as say what they can It's all about being a man It ain't no question I'm steppin' with real muthaf**as Puttin' the smash down on n***as that we call bustas Preppy ba*tards, raised in Lancaster Cupcake face or just that n***a that run fast-er Why dash from a fight when you got two fists? On the phone you was talkin' sh**, now youse a b**h I'm the realest muthaf**a you know, so why play? When you knowin' I'mma catch yo' a** tomorrow Learn to keep yo' mouth shut and you won't get f**ed up Disrespect, I'll break yo' neck, so punk what? I'm do or die, cause he fly I'm a hustla and youse a busta [Chorus (2x)]