Dj Paul - Front A Busta (Original Version) lyrics

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Dj Paul - Front A Busta (Original Version) lyrics

[Chorus: Playa Fly sample] Front a busta with some bab Get that hoe for her fifteen [Verse 1] My n***as Skinny, Gin and Scarecrow's Always gettin' they f**in' duck sicked When I get to f**in' my hoes I'm dumpin' them trizzick like down in a ditch Paul he get them groupie hoochies Runnin' to that purple thang Lil Fly slangin' dope and 'caine Stay about that hustle mane Crunchy Black keep sweatin' that dope track Got them junky b**hes comin' back Then he got that gat Let that sh** ka-rat-a-tat with that Blood all on my cross Cuz a n***a bit the dust Seasonly I pop the slug b**h the Koopsta Knicca don't give a f** I read the Revelation, think about my situation Waitin' on a low wage job but in my heart I have no patience Call up my n***a friend to hit 'em with a (?) ten I had to touch 'em, had to stick 'em for them dividends And barred them n***as up out my hood And send a f**in' shot Who called the folks? Who called the feds? Who called the f**ing cops? Oh well, I won't be sittin' up in a jail cell To make my pockets swell I make you b**hes burn in hell [Chorus: Playa Fly sample] Front a busta with some bap Get that hoe for her fifteen [Bridge] Get that hoe for... Front a busta... Get that hoe for... Front a busta... [Verse 2] n***a should finna be droppin' the green I be down with the Koopsta ain't comin' clean I'm makin' them stangs, I'm splittin' they brains I'm droppin' these b**hes off somethin' mane b**hes be testin' my pimpin' As if I really was a babbage n***a Comin' straight outta that North for real-la The Koopsta Knicca's a cap peela Though I'm not like dracula b**h this time it's a psycho man The bloody Glock mister Blood stuck in the chest b**h The Koopsta the Knicca's a scandalous Winter, spring, summer, fall oh fella I'm creepin' in all types of weather Knockin' these tricks in like down in a ditch Break a b**h quick, I love this sh** I break my f**in' black back Slangin' crack up on that dope track A b**h tried to keep my sh** Trick so I dropped off something like that That bizness with that sh-izz-it L-izz-ead caliber n***a d-izz-ick Murder-murder, redruM, body numb In a ditch trick with a bunch of b**hes wrapped up in some plastic They got blasted I take yo sh** and sorry b**h You gets no f**in' casket Nothin' but some bullet lead Stuck in your motherf**in' head Triple 6 engraved in red Got you busta b**hes scared [Bridge] Get that hoe for... Front a busta... Get that hoe for... Front a busta... [Chorus: Playa Fly sample, until end] Front a busta with some bap Get that hoe for her fifteen

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