Soulja Slim - Head Buster lyrics

[Soulja Slim/Big Ed] Chorus We suggest that you n***as don't f** with us The more n***as 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] sh**, n***as not goin put the chest these days n***as catch it down bad and bust your motherf**in head Put it like that, should have had your gat but n***a you chose to slip And the n***a 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 f**ing rome But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these p**y 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 f** the stuntin, me and myself Might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin Straight dome shot, leave you bald Might go on my face and f** 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 f** with us Suggest don't f** with us I suggest Chorus x2 [Big Ed] We some hard a** n***as, Big Ed and Soulja Slim n***as bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them Get out the way, kids getting hit and sh** Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip b**hes know me as the a**a**in, tip toe and squeezing and blasting Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin A No Limit soldier, n***a we ain't scared to bring it n***a I'm tryin to leave the streets behind And put in no wax and singing And n***a keep my gat trown up like???? Trigger finger itching like crabs Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab n***a 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 f**in line my tank stroll motherf**er I straight deal ya Be like blasting, stepping like a f**in hog Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog I'm still asking the lord to bless me These n***as persist to test me After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me I'm ready to lay my claim n***as know the game Ain't sh** 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 f**ing blast on So when you see me, n***a bow down to this f**ing tank You n***as wanna be like us but you n***as f**ing can't So I'm tired of you motherf**ers Asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors It's all tank love, f** the others It's real n***a (real)